Austin, my little spiky feline friend, has discovered laps! He's always been friendly, well, except when he's got a project on, like fly catching or curtain climbing. He's never liked being picked up and still doesn't, except when his curiosity overcomes his fear of confinement. However, just lately he's found that he can get a very comfortable few minutes kip by burrowing his way into my lap. I suppose, if I were to be honest, my lap is to him what an overstuffed armchair is to me! What happens is this:
He scratches at the door
I open it
He marches in with purpose written all over his face and gives me the perky big-eyed piercing look which impales me to the back of the chair - even though I was on my way out to the shops at the time.
I cower, terrified
He jumps up on lap
He turns round exactly seven times and sticks his claws in to check for leaks.
I leak red stuff
He burrows head in my hand
I stroke his ears
He applies his acupuncture technique - well you can forget the "acu" bit, he goes straight to "puncture"!
Eventually head lolls - mine
He gets up
He then, very kindly, starts to give both of us an all over body wash. Although I suspect his apparent concern for my personal hygiene is incidental rather than deliberate.
Update on Bodgit and Scarper Enterprises
Well they come and look in the hole from time to time and even bring their mates along for a confab. I reckon they think they've hit a sewage pipe because of the cats using it as a toilet. Who's going to enlighten them? They themselves also use the hole as an ashtray - a multipurpose hole, eh!
Memo: Must write to council about smoking in the workplace.
Oh and they also came and put up scaffolding last Wednesday and returned the next day to take it down again.
Note to self. Must make sure I know where Austin is when they finally fill hole in again!