Gingersnap is now a lap cat
September 15th 2009 21:00
I was having dinner one night and was trying to force myself to do my tax return when the phone rang. I normally don’t get calls around dinner time so I wondered who it was. It was Brett asking me if I wanted to come over and play with his moggies.
I quickly finished my dinner and raced over there. Brett and I sat on the lounge, watching TV. As usual, I was surrounded by Butterscotch and Gingersnap. I had a cat on either side of me, each head butting my hand and demanding I stroke them. Butterscotch even miaowed a hello at me.
I stroked and rubbed them before smacking them playfully on their rumps. Butterscotch then crawled onto Brett’s lap. Then Gingersnap did the same thing on my lap. I stroked him while I continued to talk to Brett.
“I thought you said Gingersnap wasn’t a lap cat,” I said to him.
“He isn’t except with you,” replied Brett.
“Really?”
“Yes. He doesn’t sit on my lap. He only does that with you.”
“They must like me.”
“I think they do.”
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