We've often said that June is not a lap cat.
She will come up, sit beside me when it is time for brushies. Beside me only.
Jumping back down the very moment brushing is over.
Once, only once in her five-plus years here was I pleasantly surprised when
she did jump up, sit in my lap. I have since forgotten when or how long that special time was,
or how long it lasted ... but here are two photos captured.
Unaltered ~ Altered
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