Rascal and Rocco love when I read!
Reading: the cats think I do it purely for their pleasure.
One, or sometimes even both, will squeeze in between my face and the book I’m holding and stand there on my knees until I move. If I don’t, they’ll turn casually and I get a butt in my face!
|yep, those are Rascal’s claws, about to go into my leg!
I may push it away and continue trying to read, but they won’t be ignored. Eventually they come right to the point, literally, and bring out the claws.
Yes, with a sudden “yelp” from me, I feel claws pressing into my legs! I think I’m still supposed to believe this is a loving (kneading) gesture. But, I know with these boys it means- move so I’m comfortable now or I’ll kill you.
And then there’s the rubbing against the book itself.
hold still, while a cats head is rubbing this corner, then that, trying to get just the right spot! They never can seem to get that spot because
they quickly switch to trying to get my hands to scratch them.
Then I get glared at for hours as if it was entirely my fault that I ruined the snuggles with my sneezing and jumping up to stop my red puffy, teary eyes and nose from dripping.
By the time everyone is comfortably settled, the cats are beginning to doze, and I can finally read in relative peace, it’s either time for me to get up to do something, often a child is calling me, or my legs have gone to sleep!