a lap cat

Bailey has really impressed me lately. She’ll come home on a pretty regular schedule, sometimes even when I whistle. She wants attention immediately; it is the feeding ritual where I pet her while she eats or offer her food out of my hand. Then she goes onto her bed (Katrina’s mat) and cleans herself or naps. At some point, however, she’ll make little noises to let me know she’s hungry again – or a new thing: she wants some lap attention. The latter is pretty exciting and the only way I can tell the difference between the former is because she will hesitate a little near the couch. When she does that, I sit on the couch with my legs on the coffee table. She will immediately join me and curl up on my lap or stretch out on my legs. It is awesome.