For a long time, my lap was Buster's domain. When I sat down at the
computer, Buster and his sharp and pointy claws were in my lap. We
don't talk about the myriad scars in sensitive places (grin).

Then, for a long time, Buster stopped sitting in my lap, and started
cuddling under blankets on the bed - I started calling him The
Incredible Mister Lump.

To take up the slack, Little Feet started cuddling in my lap. He is
gentler, to say the least. If I get up too soon, Little Feet sits on
the shredder next to the desk, and stares at me and the chair, telling
me he wasn't finished being a lap cat yet.

In the past couple of days, however, Buster has started trying to
reclaim my lap. Little Feet stays, and Buster tries to find a spot as
well.

So now I have a slightly irritated (tail-flicking) Little Feet, and a
pushy Buster. I have new claw marks and a numb leg and hip. Buster is
trying to sit on Little Feet, while Little Feet is trying to push
Buster back a few centimeters.

If Dulce Mae starts in, I am in SERIOUS trouble...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark