He's a lap FUNGUS! Lap barnacle! Lap glue!

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.

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.

Bedtime is a whole 'nother story...

Liz (Don Juan's mom and viewing stand)