Why is it that my cat (her name is Lizzie Andrew Borden, she is Siamese) relentlessly tries to convince me that she cannot sleep unless she is on my lap - or at least touching me? I wonder if she actually believes that I do not know that when I am not at home she sleeps in my chair. On the sunshine window sill. Under my bed. On Mom's bed. In my closet when I miss the hamper and a top has missed the basket and fallen on the floor. In the linen closet when I don't latch it and she pries it open with her nimble fingers. And other mysterious places I have not discovered as yet.
I wonder why she doesn't use her heated bed I bought especially for her.