My big orange longhair tabby cat Chester (dearly departed now) loved laps. Anytime I sat down, he was trying to curl up on my thighs.. including when I sat down on the toidie. No underwear-snuggler he, but Chester preferred a clothed lap to a bare one, so I had to be sure not to drop trou very far. (This had the added benefit of saving my thigh-skin from being scratched!) In the living room, I had a glider rocker with glider footstool; whenever I sat and while I was settling in, Chester would do a balancing act on the glider footstool, waiting for his chance to get on my lap and settle in himself.

My small black longhair cat Arthur (also gone over that rainbow bridge and sorely missed) loved to ride that glider footstool, and could somehow manage to curl up on it and keep it still while sleeping. He loved to ride on the dining-chair-on-casters too, and would beg me to spin the seat round and round till he got so dizzy he would fall off. Another of his favorites was the staircase: he would rocket up the 15 steps and keep going up after the last step, arcing into the room beyond, then he'd run around and fly back down 5 steps at a time. When he got really wound up, his timid "mew" would transform into a low, gutteral gurgle -- it was hard to believe that such a big sound could come out of such a little body.

Current kitty (shorthair torbie) Madison's favorite thing is to talk to me -- A LOT. Loudly and long, on all subjects. I don't call her Chatty Maddie for nuthin'. One favorite topic is Why Mom Should Leave the Water Fountain (a.k.a. The Bathroom Sink Faucet) On All the Time For Me. She also loves scratching posts, and goes through one a year on average (and I do mean "through"!). Thank goodness she's not as fond of the furniture! At night she curls up on the bed next to me; she's not a snuggler unless it's very cold, but she loves to tunnel under the blankets and create her own cave. For a fierce warrior princess, she's really quite companionable!