Emily used to curl up on my chest and nap while I was working on my futon. The boys don't do that, which is good because they are much bigger. I wouldn't be able to breathe.
Instead, they tend to crawl into the cave underneath my knees. Which is nice and toasty warm, so they relax and go to sleep. So far so good. The problem arises when I get up. Then, as happened today, a warm, relaxed kitten (Billy, in this case) stretches out into the nice warm spot I made. Ten minutes later, when I'm ready to sit down again, there are 13.5 pounds of completely relaxed cat in my spot. Maybe I needed to do a little more work on the computer after all...
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