Yes, that's me sitting in a very unladylike position on my recliner (my grandmother would have been appalled!) . And no, my legs are not stretched out comfortably with my feet on the foot rest. Instead, my chair is covered mostly by a tangle of cats. At first it was just one, my sweet Weasel -- the one closest to the end of the chair. But soon her brother Smidgeon jumped up and snuggled in. Not to be outdone, Friday joined the crowd and settled into my, uh, crotch. The only one missing is Wicket. She feels it is beneath her to share a lap with the triplicats -- she will only sit on my lap when the other cats are busy elsewhere.
It has rained buckets today. So, instead of going paddling as we had planned, Treebeard and I have spent the day indoors. The cats were delighted to have us thus confined. Since Treebeard was watching tennis and I was reading a book, the cats had their choice of laps and spent a little while moving back and forth before settling on mine. It would be a very pleasant way to sit and read...if only they would let me use the foot rest!