Lap Time

As most of you know, we have a cat.  I don't know her name that Charlene and the kids gave her, I just call her, "Cat".  I mean, why name them when they don't pay attention to you, don't come when you call them or anything else.  Totally opposite of a dog.  If you hold a snack out for a dog, you're lucky to come away with most of your hand intact.  Cats are weirdly different when you offer them a snack.  If they don't see movement, if they don't feel it with their whiskers, they really don't know how close they are to the snack.  They move up slowly until their nose bumps the snack, back up a little, sniff it and then figure out whether or not they want it.  Oddly enough, most of the time, I'll whistle at the cat (like you would to a dog) and say, "Come here Cat" and she comes!  I've tried to raise her as a dog 'cause that's all I'm used to for many decades.  We all notice her 'dog-like' qualities and refer to her as Catdog.  She really knows the word, "Food".  If anyone says it, she turns her head, wide-eyed, ready for the run to the food dish.

Everyone says she's 'Daddy's little girl'.  I guess I just give her what she wants:  I don't pick her up as she usually dislikes that.  She does jump up on my lap and no other's.  I skritch her where she wants to be skritched, stop when she just wants to sleep ( she'll turn and do a pretend bite on my hand which means stop now or the next one will draw blood).  She just plain enjoys 'Lap Time'.  Sometimes, in the middle of lap time, I want to get up and do something and I'll tell her that I want to get up.  She'll look at me and then I point to the floor and tell her again that I want to get up.  Usually, she'll jump down allowing me to get up.  Once in a while, she'll utter a small 'meow' meaning stay put, I'm comfy.  I'll move a little and tell her again and then she'll jump down and walk away.
A few days ago, she was settled in for the long haul, refusing to get down.  I'd tell her I'm getting up and she'd meow.  I moved my legs to make her get down and she just meowed louder.  I even used the word "Food" repeatedly, loudly, to no avail.  This went on for a few minutes until even Charlene in the next room heard Cat's refusal 'meow'.  Charlene took the following picture of Cat refusing to get up.  Disgustingly spoiled: