Midnight, our [cough] “little” Maine Coon boy, loves to sleep between my calves as I sit in my recliner and read.
He’s such a sweetie. When I have to put the leg support down to get up for something, he goes over to his cube
(a cloth-covered wire frame in the shape of a cube with holes on three sides big enough for a kitty to walk into.)
and sleeps in it until I get back again. The cat has stolen my heart, completely.
Jake likes to get under my skirt when I’m lying down. He’s disappointed when I won’t let him.
That sounds kinda gross. Like one of those PP videos I can't watch.