Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

My "love cat", Bok Choy, gets miffed when she can't sit in my lap. I'm hand quilting a quilt for the youngest boy, and I've got this nifty lap frame. Only problem is, of course, that the cat can't sit on my lap, so she gets an attitude. The other two (sorry, I forgot to mention that in addition to the two boys and one Hound of the Baskervilles (HotB), we've got three cats...) are more "normal" cats and pretty much ignore us. As long as I clean the litter box and feed them daily, they pretty much just laze around the house. Unless, of course, the HotB is around, then they scoot down into the basement...where the HotB is unable to go. Kinda like a Kitty Sanctuary. Of course, the Ol Man has his Man Sanctuary in the basement too, which, on occassion conflicts with the cats...like when the cats sit on his stuff. He gets a bit miffed himself. He would like nothing beter than for the HotB to "play" with the cats, but, as luck would have it, the boys love the cats, so they are saved from almost certain death.