Hazel has always been a lap cat. Whether I’m watching T.V. or trying to play video games, Hazel has to be sitting on me, no exceptions.
So you can imagine the problem it presented for her when we had our daughter, Georgia. Hazel will actually try to balance on my knee or squeeze in somewhere next to Georgia, even though there’s not really room for her at all and the manner in which she has to bend or fold herself can’t be comfortable at all.
But hey, I guess it’s nice to be needed.