Cat beds are designed by people to appeal to the people who will buy them, who assume their cats are like people.
If you were naked and could sit on some grass or a piece of paper, which would you sit on?
Also, cats like crinkly noises. I’ve always assumed it reminds them of the sound little prey make as they move through grass or leaves. Paper crinkles.
Edited to add: of course my above post both assumes and criticises the idea that cats would like what a person would like. Sigh.
Thanks for your attempts at telling me how the minds of cats are. To whom it may concern, I have no heaters of any sort near my papers. And they are generally scattered about my house (I am not a very clean person) at various heights, but they seem to sit upon all of them equally. And I have another question, what is with boxes? They seem to be more attracted to boxes than anything else. I had once made the mistake of trying to put all of my important papers into one box, open top. Halfway through this mistake, both of my cats (tortoiseshells) came up to my coffee table and started rubbing on the box. I petted them both briefly, but returned to my task. They didn’t like that, and Autumn (my plus-sized cat) jumped in and fell asleep in it. And Maple (my skinny cat) joined her. I promptly abandoned the task. More help would be much appreciated.
I went to Tuesday Morning the other day and bought a soap dish. The clerk wrapped it in a big sheet of newsprint. I knew exactly what to do with that paper when I got home. I unfolded it and put it on the corner of my bed. My cat Max immediately took up residence on it. Day and night. I even brought his food to him there. (Fortunately, he did leave his post long enough to use the litter box.) I finally threw the paper away this morning after about two weeks. It was crumpled, full of holes, spotted with various organic substances, tattered, and generally disgusting. Probably just the way he wanted it.
Nah, there are a million things in someone’s house that smell more like the owner than bits of paper. And a cat will sit on a sheet of newspaper you’ve barely touched, in preference to sheets you’ve slept on for days.
Then you should try lining the cat bed with the most important paper documents you can lay your hands on. Try, say, your birth certificate, or the deed to your house, or your life insurance contract.
That’s kind of what I figured. I had long hair for a few years. It was a little uncomfortable when lying down; when I’d slide my head toward a fluffier part of the pillow, my hair wouldn’t slide along with it. It wasn’t a big deal, but how much more comfortable to sleep on satin or silk sheets.
Now imagine you have fur all over your body. Every roll or stretch and that fur is gonna get just a bit bound up in whatever fabric you’re lying on. How nice to lie on paper, everything just slides around.
One of my cats, who also likes to get between me and the computer screen or sit on any paper I’d like to read or write on, will always try to get between me and the Kindle. So I am going with the md2000 explanation that “since they are the center of the world and therefore the center of everyone’s attention, they need to place themselves in the center of your view.”
Clearly your cat does not believe that you are focusing your attention on anything important. Perhaps he reviewed your reading choices and found them wanting?
My cats were never allowed on the leather couches, but recently we’ve been finding Bruno asleep there in the mornings. The couches are none the worse for wear, so we just pretend not to see him and all is well. He has slowly come to the realization that he isn’t annoying us as much as he’d hoped and is now spending much more time in a plastic milk crate.
Presumably for the same reason our biggest cat has declared a fatwa against all keyboards. They are the enemy and must be destroyed. Failing complete destruction, they certainly must be forcibly removed from the lap of any of The People.
Since I have a corded keyboard (because I’m a Luddite, apparently), once in a while, this cat will stealth up under my chair, hook his paw around the attractively hanging loop of keyboard cable (ignoring all other nearby cables - such as the phone charger, the Kindle charger, the iPod charger and so forth) and jerk it off my lap onto the floor.
He then contrives to look both proud of his own ingenuity and humble that he has Saved Me From Evil Once Again.
I get to say “Goddammit” and pick my freaking keyboard up again.
Nah, he just prefers Ivylad to me. I’M the one who gives him his wet food on Sundays, but Ivylad is home all day with him. He climbs in Ivylad’s chair and lap, but will barely tolerate me petting him before he gives me the “leave me along go away now” nip.