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it's her happy place
15 Nov 2007 12:59 pmBoth of the cats prefer sitting on my lap when I'm in Wax's chair - they like it about twice as much as when I'm in my own chair, presumably because it has happy associations and not because they actually think that I'm Wax.
But the Crazy has a really special kind of crazy, which is that aside from Wax's chair, pretty much the only place in the apartment she likes to sit on my lap is... inside the sauna.
The sauna, for those who have not seen a travel-sized one, is a room about five feet square with the walls and ceiling completely covered with wood, containing two wooden benches that you sit on while steaming when the sauna oven is on. She can't sit on me then - it's too hot for the cats until it's started to cool. No, she loves to chill out in there when it's a perfectly normal temperature. She does this song-and-dance thing, kind of "Little Timmy's down the well," with intermittent chirping and yowling for half an hour, and when I finally yell "WHAT?" and follow her, she leads me in there, looking over her shoulder the whole time, and climbs up onto the bench and as soon as I follow her, she jumps into my lap and holds on tight and starts purring manically. (She also does this, by her preference, even more when I'm wearing my bathrobe. The bathrobe is large and made of terrycloth and she finds it sublimely cuddly. Usually I don't get to wear it at all because when I'm ready to put it on after my shower, she's curled up inside of it.)
But the Crazy has a really special kind of crazy, which is that aside from Wax's chair, pretty much the only place in the apartment she likes to sit on my lap is... inside the sauna.
The sauna, for those who have not seen a travel-sized one, is a room about five feet square with the walls and ceiling completely covered with wood, containing two wooden benches that you sit on while steaming when the sauna oven is on. She can't sit on me then - it's too hot for the cats until it's started to cool. No, she loves to chill out in there when it's a perfectly normal temperature. She does this song-and-dance thing, kind of "Little Timmy's down the well," with intermittent chirping and yowling for half an hour, and when I finally yell "WHAT?" and follow her, she leads me in there, looking over her shoulder the whole time, and climbs up onto the bench and as soon as I follow her, she jumps into my lap and holds on tight and starts purring manically. (She also does this, by her preference, even more when I'm wearing my bathrobe. The bathrobe is large and made of terrycloth and she finds it sublimely cuddly. Usually I don't get to wear it at all because when I'm ready to put it on after my shower, she's curled up inside of it.)
