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I’m having the exact same problem. My grey tabby Nigel sleeps on my lap when I’m in my recliner and I swear that these 60 year-old knees can’t take the abuse.

My 73 year old sister is still recovering from her second knee replacement surgery. She worked as an R.N. for over 40 years, but sitting in her retirement-recliner with three dogs in her lap just destroyed her knees.

So I should look out for the 6 lb Pomhuahuas?
Because Delilah the cat don’t DO sitting in your lap.
Unless you’re looking to visit the doctor.

Knowing what I know now, I would not let the animals sit in my lap. My sister’s three small dogs probably weigh a combined 35 lbs, and it was enough to hyperflex her knee joints. Plus the weight on her thighs put awkward pressure on her hip joints.

My own chihuahua was a prickly little fella, and did not want to be held or sit on my lap. He preferred to sit beside me, which was fine.

But I used to sit with a laptop in my lap, and finally realized the weight was killing my knees. It was a hard practice to give up though. Now I use a board across the arms of my chair.

We cat lovers are rather pathetic in that we are reluctant to push a cat off our laps when it bestows affection upon us.

I got one of those heated lap blanket thingies to cover my feet and lower legs, so now Sweetpea sleeps between my feet…heavy kitty = numb feets problem solved.

BTW- Hayward’s on a roll this week at Powerline…best TWIP in a while.

We acknowledged today the pets are like a sedative. It’s hard to get up when they’re sleeping peacefully on your lap.
It’s easier to just sleep with them.

@Durned..exactly. We have a large armchair in the living room…the soft buttery leather covered cushions are overstuffed with down that conforms to your body..we calls it the bigass chair…it envelops one in comfort, lulling one to sleep within minutes. It’s the perfect chair for a “cat” nap.

Sra. Armiño – One of our cats was a lap cat, and for her, at least, I found a sort-of solution. When I sat down in my recliner, I’d put a small blanket, folded, in my lap. When kitteh would be sleeping there and I wanted to get up, I’d pick up the blanket by the edges, cat and all, stand up, and put her back in the chair. A towel worked, too, but it had to be one of those velour ones without the cat claw catching pile loops.