A Cat On Your Lap
Resistance is foolish
A cat on your lap.
An immoveable object,
foolish to resist.
I was browsing through a catalog this morning and came across a tee shirt with the words “ She believed she could. But her cat was asleep on her lap, so she didn’t.”
Brilliant! And, oh, so true.
There is something about a sleeping cat who has taken possession of your lap that seems to drain you of all independent movement.
At least that’s how it works with me (and also, I assume, with the person who wrote the clever saying for the tee shirt!)
There is something so peaceful, so rhythmic, so mesmerizing about a sleeping cat. The fact that your lap is the chosen place of repose can only be considered an honor, given the unflinching honesty of cats.
Cats make their preferences known for people, places, and things. Desperate cajoling, or impatient bossiness might make a cat act (momentarily)in a way she does not wish,
but it will never, ever force her to love or respect you.
Still, sitting on a couch or chair, pinioned under a sleeping cat, is not the best way to make progress on a to-do list. At some point, the cat must be convinced to move off your lap and find some…
