Today, when I walked in the front door the Ancient Calico was walking across the floor. I wanted to stop and skritch her, but she didn't seem remotely interested, and so on to the paintbrush aisle went I. I bent down, one knee to the floor, to peruse the less pricey brushes when lo! I had a lapful of Ancient Calico cat! She stood to drape her front half over my right thigh and butted her head against my right arm, purring all the while. Naturally, I stayed in that crouch, skritching and telling her how sweet she was, for a full five minutes. I would have stayed longer - who was I to gainsay affection offered so freely? - but she decided that I given her due homage. She allowed me to stand, twined about my ankles and then politely saw me to the register.
Kitty love is a very powerful thing.