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Reading with a cat on your lap
Has some clever person invented a device permitting reading whilst the cat occupies one's lap? A sort of elevated bookrest? Anyone............?
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The only answer is to invent X-Ray specs so that you can still read the paper while they're sitting on it!
Another option would be to rub all your books and newspapers in lemon oil as, apparently, cats can't stand the smell of it.
I have five cats...and I am a slave.
Palzang
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods.
Cats have never forgotten this."
Having bred Siamese and been owned by dozens of cats since earliest childhood, I am aware of their hatred of their pets (i.e.us) reading - or, indeed, being comfortable without them.
Just like spouses - they never do what you want them to do when you want them to do it!
-bf
Oh who am I kidding...yes they are!
Oh, that is so true. I just love cats. They all have so much personality!
You can't beat a dog. Well, I mean, you CAN beat a dog - but you will not find an animal that can make you feel better than a dog. So don't even try to argue with me.
You walk in the door and dogs act like you are the most fascinating person in the world to ever cross that threshhold. They think you are the most awesome person in the world no matter how old, bald, ugly, overweight, skinny, droopy-butted, big-gutted you may be!
And I NEED that sort of validation in my life
-bf
I LOVE dogs. I just don't have one at the moment. We got one as a present for our daughter last year right before Christmas, and someone stole him 2 weeks later. However, we will be getting a dog ASAP if we buy that farm property. We will need him/her to be an excellent guard dog for our other farm animals.
-bf
Try sitting in an armchair and reading a book!
Not a pretty memory.
:eekblue:
We had one of those recliners...and my husband refused to part with the nasty thing. My cats would crawl under it, and up into the workings, and I was always nervous that would happen to us. I finally put my foot down...I waited until he wasn't home this past Christmas...and brought it to the dump! LOL!
To annoy? No... but sometimes to get attention :winkc:
I love my recliner, it's so comfy I just fall asleep as soon as I recline it!
Mrs Frizzer isn't such a fan of the recliner though!
As for Tracy - my snowboarding friends refer to her as Mrs Frizzer and it kind of stuck!
I added the weatherpixie a few days ago - I spotted one on another site so thought I'd add one to mine as well. Now where ever I am I can see what the weather at home is doing by going into my site. At the moment it's 9C here and mine looks like shes wearing a leather cat-suit - not too unlike Diana Rigg in "The Avengers" ....phwoar!
LOL!!
It's -24C here at the moment.
The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
So it's always Chi.co time!