Lacy-kitty

The picture to the left is Lacy, lying on my tummy while I'm supposed to be typing - the keyboard is in the background. This is her favorite spot.

Lacy is the oldest of my cats, about 13 yrs old. She was born feral, living in the woods behind the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford, PA (a distant suburb of Philadelphia). My friend Sonia worked there at the time and fed and cared for the parents, trying to trap them, so they could be spayed/neutered, and then returned. She did eventually accomplish that before they independently disappeared to parts unknown. The kittens, she caught and found homes for, with Lacy arriving at my doorstep as a terrified 8 weeks old. She would not bite or scratch, but would run and hide whenever I entered the large bathroom that was her first home. Her brother was there with her for a few months before going on to his new home. He was much more outgoing. She was a tiny thing, scared of everything. Today, one would never know or believe she was ever afraid! She loves ALL people and takes over the lap of ANYONE who comes into the house and allows her. She believes, above all, that her place in life is attached to my shoulder, or at least my lap, and she migrates there as often as possible. This cat literally "sleeps" while watching me at the computer, jumping from her perch to alight on my shoulder the second she sees an opening. I know if I dare take a break, leaning back in my seat, she considers it an invitation. Lately, an injured back has caused me to have to block her from my shoulder more often than not. So she, undaunted, has decided on another spot, when she can't get to my shoulder. My right arm/hand, yep, the one that operates the mouse. She sits there, over/on/under, my hand/arm, awaiting the moment when she sees my shoulder is free. As always with most cats, Lacy

looks as if she could not possibly be in the way, since everyone knows this is the spot where she was born to be.