Well, you wouldn't put up with that sort of nonsense, would you? But that's how Ju Ju acts! She rules this house with an iron paw! We took her off the streets (well, animal refuge) into our sumptuous abode four years ago, and how does she repay us? Sitting on Patsington's open laptop and hissing like a reptile house when you try to get her off, that's how. At least, that's what she was doing yesterday evening. She also keeps sneaking into our room and plonking herself right in the middle of the bed, covering the lovely Cath Kidston duvet with her vile fluff. But we can't get her off, because if we try she (a) starts clawing at the lovely Cath Kidston duvet cover and (b) hisses at us. Seriously, she does whatever she wants around here. It's quite shameful, really. I think crazy cat ladies lavish such attention on their cats because they HAVE NO CHOICE.
That said, when she gets really bold we do pick her up and put her out in the back garden and don't let her in for a while. So maybe she doesn't rule us with an iron paw after all. Also, Patsington sat on her (BY MISTAKE!) the other night. She was lurking on our bed (as usual) and he went up for a nap after work and didn't notice her until he sat on her. I was a bit worried that she could have broken something, as Patsington is about 100 times her size (well, six foot two and about 15 stone), but luckily she is fine. He noticed her furry bulk before he'd quite sat down. Anyway, it serves her right for invading other people's beds in the manner of Goldilocks. I wish I could say that it would teach her a lesson but considering that her current favourite hobby is waiting until I'm having my lunch at one end of the kitchen table and then leaping up on the other end and advancing towards my plate, meaning that I have to stop eating, rush over and pick her up and put her out, I think the chances of her learning that doing X is a bad idea are somewhat slim.