Iz Lapcat

Scamp is not a lap cat. He likes to lay squished up against my legs.

I replaced Chef's desk chair by grabbing a bargain out of Ikea's As Is room recently, which means my office chair is bigger. All of a sudden, he wants to be in my lap. He sat there for almost an hour last night, purring away. Then he chomped down on me, hard.

Maybe lap cats aren't all that cool.

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