There is a legend that says St. Francis of Assisi cut the arm off his robe rather than disrupt a sleeping cat. He did not have to contend with a 13-pound, black-haired diva.
I'm trying to get this next craft project cut out so it can be finished this weekend. It needs to be shipped next week. I just don't have time for someone to park herself on top of my fabric and glare at me when I deign to use what she's sitting on. I realize she was calling attention to the fact that we did not have lap time last night. I came home and immediately jumped into getting things accomplished. I did not sit down so she could occupy my lap for 30 minutes. I just didn't have the time. But, I also don't have the time for her to camp my crafting. So, I moved her.
Yeah, that didn't go real well. I would put her in the recliner and suggest she stay there. She would get out of the recliner and jump back up onto the fabric. She actually hissed at me when I tried to move her off a section I needed to cut. So, I backed off. I went into the office to download photos off my camera and she followed me in there to sit in the chair next to me. That allowed me to finish the cutting and to tidy up the table.
Tonight when I get home, I will take 30 minutes to sit down and let her have lap time. I guess it could be worse. She could really not care one way or the other so long as there is food in the dish and a clean litter box.
Beverage: Edinburgh's Finest Tea