Sometimes, Jacoby is ridiculously cuddly.
I’ll be on the sofa or the bed, watching TV and working on my laptop, and he’ll just be all over me.
He’s an Aby, of course, and all the books say that they aren’t lap cats.
Unless, apparently, they want to be.
And when they want to be, you might as well just forget ever getting your lap back any time soon.
Your lap is going to be occupied for a while.
You got a problem with that?