Minuit, the oldest and most crotchety of our cats has a predilection for lap dances. Not the pervy receiving of... it's not like she's hanging around at the Brass Rail with $5 bills in her paws, waggling her eyebrows at the dancers. This cat, this 6 year old, overweight feline... she gives a kick-ass, albeit slightly disturbing, lap dance.
Seconds after you sit on any sofa in our house, Minuit appears. She wends her way over the arm of the sofa and begins her descent lapward. She'll take a moment before slowly placing one paw at a time upon any and all available thighs. On occasion, she has been known to straddle two laps, front paws on one and back on another. Then, the kneading begins. It's usually at this time that David says 'I'm out!' and shifts her to my lap.
This morning, as Rissa snuggled up to me on the family room couch, Minuit bestowed her lap dance upon us.
"WHOA!! NOT COOL MINUIT!!" from the kid. Rissa turns the cat around so that her front paws are now on my lap.
As Minuit once more displays her mad kneading talents, Rissa cuts me a glance.
"What?" I ask. "I'm just trying to figure out how we can make money off this ability."
"You're so gross."
"I believe the word you're looking for is 'practical'."
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