No, Don Juan isn't a lap cat....
He's a lap FUNGUS! Lap barnacle! Lap glue! :D
Let's see. His favorite sleeping spot: my lap. Where is he when I eat my breakfast: my lap. What does he do when I'm at the computer, trying to send my resume to a potential employer? He hops on my lap and shoves his head under my hands for "cat noogies." What did he do to my laptop when I tried to use it on my lap? He shoved it off and took his accustomed spot, with a singularly triumphant gleam in his eyes. :p
And when I'm knitting, he will sometimes push the needles out of my hands and sit on them. Or, if the knitting is long enough, just sit on it so I can't turn it. :rolleyes:
Bedtime is a whole 'nother story...
Liz (Don Juan's mom and viewing stand)