Most of the time I am not a "lap cat". This is rather distressing to my Mom. Oh, when I see that "brusher" in her hand, or hear the words "want some brushies?", believe me, I come running from anywhere I may be, because I do love those brushie times on her lap. But the minute I decide they are over and done with, I am down and away.
So when she sits down in the evening, in
our my polka dot chair, to watch a movie, you will not find me on her lap! BUT you will find me -- always -- on the back of the chair, where I can watch the world go by, observe apartment activities.
The top of my chair is one of my happy places, and up there I can also protect my humom from ever present danger ... And when appropriate, I will comb the hairs atop her head. If she should forget my 8 pm treat time, the top of the head is easily swatted as is deserved ...