My Pumper dude was not a lap cat, either, at 28 pounds. But he wanted to be one. He would lie pressed against my legs, looking up at me forlornly, waiting for me to look away so he could sneak into my lap. Sadly, he died of congestive heart failure days before Easter !ast year, at the age of 15. It's a common problem with Maine Coons, according to the emergency vet.
My wife’s Maine Coon cat didn’t get the memo either. He loves attention for his 22 pound self.
My big boy named Tubby was my nap cat. He would nuzzle into my armpit and we would power nap all afternoon, and we were joined by my 3 legged cat, Missy, on my lap.
Tubby is gone now but Missy is still with me.