Dazza vs The Lap Cat

Because of his arthritic hips, Rochester has lost the ability to simply jump lightly onto my lap. Initially, he solved this using his claws to haul himself onto the sofa and, on one memorable occasion, doing do by baling himself up on my groin.

Since the vet put him on new medication for his arthritis, however, the little bastard has developed a new, high speed technique which starts at the opposite end of the room and involves accelerating toward the target lap. When he reaches 88 miles per hour, he launches himself into the air and crash lands in the target lap, using his claws to stop himself.





I haven't walked right since he started doing this!