As the weather cools down, here in Australia, Spock, a.k.a. "Mr
Don't-touch-me" turns into a bit of a snuggle-bunny, albeit on his own
terms.  He has developed different rules for each person in our house.

The rule for DH is that Spock will loll in his lap in the mornings,
purring and dribbling and twisting himself into estatic knots.  He
will not - ever - sit on anyone else's lap, and will only sit on DH's
lap when DH is at the computer and there is no-one else around.

The rule for me is that Spock will ask (demand) to be picked up for a
shoulder ride sometime during the day.  This means me wearing
thick-enough clothing that his scimitar claws-of-death do not cause me
lasting harm. When he's on-board and has done a tour of inspection of
each shoulder, he will pick one shoulder and ask me to make it more
comfortable by giving him a lifted arm for him to recline on.  He then
stretches himself out over my upper arm, anchors himself to my
shoulder (the afore-mentioned claws) and proceeds to drool, purr and
writhe around happily.  He will allow himself to be carried around,
supervising my activities, for quite some time this way.  When he
wants to get off he walks down my back; I'm expected to lean forward
while he does this to give him a nicely sloping ramp to exit from.

The rule for Mum is that she must allow him into her bedroom after
she's turned on her electric blanket, whereby he will drool, purr and
writhe around the foot of her bed.  He doesn't do this on our bed, but
will occasionally do it on the guest bed if there is sun on it.

In summer, when the weather is hot, he doesn't want to know us.

Funny cat!

Tish