Shoulder cat! Limpet did that with my son all her life. Soon as he went to get up she'd recognise the signals and move from his lap up onto his shoulders. He'd just mosey around the house with her up there, lean-rubbing the back of his head and purring at him while he went about his daily life. She even achieved figure-eights while he was in motion He said she never got her claws down to his skin even when she had to use them on his clothes for a bit of a grip. And he had this beautiful little move for letting her know when he wanted her to get down. He'd just kind of dip his body slightly sideways and extend an arm, and she'd go. I really did love the way the two of them seemed to communicate with one another on some private wavelength.
She never really had a schedule for laps, but it was funny how she had specific cuddles for specific people. She rarely ever did the shoulder thing with me. With me if I went to get up, she would get down. But she had a cuddle for me too, especially at the computer: Sit on the lap, locate the right forearm, hang chin and one paw over it. Then she'd give a happy little sigh, fall asleep and gradually slip downwards until she fell off with a little clunk. Wake up, shake head, look narked, and repeat. Very dedicated about it. If my arm got tired and I started taking it away, she'd start putting herself back over it with just a smidgeon more paw and more chin every time. During some of our silent power-struggles she'd end up hanging her entire upper torso over my arm and clamping it down with her elbows, she was so grimly determined to teach me that's what that arm was for.
I said she didn't have a schedule but that doesn't mean she had no preference. She could detect when you needed to pee before you'd even notice it yourself, and she'd be on you and leaning on it before you could blink.
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