A Place to Sit
It’s funny how cats can make themselves comfortable in or on any position, place, or person. What’s funnier is how much those of us who love them will put up with in order not to disturb them once they’re in said comfortable position, which--let’s face it--is usually on some part of us. I’m currently sitting on a short, hard, pleather-type sofa, twisting to reach my laptop as I try to type over two sleeping kittens. One deep-in-slumber kitten is splayed out in my lap while the other is curled up next to us with his back pressed into my thigh. (It’s the stuff that memes are made of.)
Now, the uncomfortable sofa was my choice. (In fact, it was a deliberate collective choice for our home based on the brilliant reviews filled with anecdotes of how quickly overnight guests found alternate accommodations. We’re not inhospitable, just not that interested in long-term guests.) So, I can’t place the blame on the cats for my poor furniture choices. And to be honest, sitting on this uncomfortable sofa in the hot, dark space we used to refer to as “the pit” helps me focus on what I set out to do without the cushy distractions of soft seating, cool air, or too much of that pesky light. (Soft cushions are for the weak! Sorry, we’ve been watching Cobra Kai and I’ve been a little “no mercy” this and “finish him” that.) But before I even managed to open a Word doc, both cats had found an open lap and staked their claim.
Ok, when I say this kitten is in my lap, you might picture a cute little furball daintily curled up on a reasonable portion of legs. What you probably wouldn’t imagine is said cute (because let’s face it, she’s adorable) furball in dead-to-the-world sleep, fully stretched out in the hammock that my skirt formed when she decided to climb in. This leaves very little room to do maneuvering of any kind. Her brother, having missed out on the full lap experience, has periodically gotten up to walk over us and try out several other positions between the laptop and various parts of me. As I’ve been writing this, he once again decided to reposition himself and has actually successfully added himself to what by now must sound like a massive-sized lap, next to his sister.
Now, again, they’re both adorable. They’re small and cute and feisty, with what can only be described as overactive imaginations. Having seen them attack everything from the moss in an artificial plant to the fringe on a decorative pillow - to the hem of multiple skirts, I can say this with full confidence. They’re obviously geniuses(!) And after enduring a home (and hearts) with cat-shaped holes for far too long, we are so happy to have the best little spacklers life could offer. At five months old, they seem to have life down (and are here to help us through it). I only hope I can figure out a way to wiggle out without waking them - it’s time to get their food ready.
