Picking up on Wiley's comments in Post #35, I guess the poem says that, as long as you can sit up and have a lap, you'll love the cat sitting on you. But not so much when you're bedridden.
Yes. When I had a cat back in Texas, I kind of liked it for a while when she would sit on my chest purring as I lay flat on my back. But after a bit I would have to lift her off and place her elsewhere. Nowadays, it would be more difficult for me to wait...
— Woody
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