We very cleverly introduced the concept of the Cat Rug. The Cat Rug lives on the couch, between me and my husband, and is always available for her majesty to rest her buttocks upon. She graciously allows human feet to share the Cat Rug and may deign to rest her dainty head upon said feet.
I will extend the time I sit just to be nice, but if I need to get up I don’t worry too much about it. I can put my hands up under some cats and lay them elsewhere and they barely stir. Depends on the cat.
In my house we call it COLS (cat-on-lap syndrome) and it is considered a mild disability. It goes like this, “Mom, can you bring me my book? I’ve got COLS and can’t get it myself” We try to help each other out when COLS strikes, because we all know how nice and warm and furry it is.
Then there is the exact opposite problem: cats that pounce onto your seat the second you stand up. Havoc is a pro at that. Then she yowls like she’s being tortured when you try to dislodge her so you can sit back down.
I’ve got a couple like that–they’ll instantly take your spot when you get up. We’ve gotten used to checking for cats before we sit back down, though a couple times they’ve come dangerously close to being sat on. And yeah, one of them yowls quite indignantly when you try to move her. The other one just looks at us with this contemptuous “Again, human? Make up your mind, will you?” sort of look.
Oh, dear. Mine must be defective.
Oh, indefinitely - the one exception being a bathroom break.
Widget the wonder kitten is a snuggle-monster. ‘If I sit she fits,’ so to speak. And if I’m not sitting but stand still long enough, chances are good there will suddenly be a kitten on my shoulder in short order. She is capable of making a sitting jump from the floor to my shoulder without any trouble.
Maggie is a couple notches less snuggly but she still manages to find my lap on a fairly regular basis. And Turk, my 18-pound bruiser will deign to snuggle, but only his terms and that might be a couple times a week.