Not the same as a lap dance.
|Fancy is talking continually while she is in my lap.|
As I sat down outside to take a picture of my modest, but free harvest of eggs and Roma tomatoes, Fancy jumped right on my lap. I would say she is getting to be a bit familiar. I had to lean back to get these shots. She leaned in a bit to look straight into the camera, but I did not capture the moment. She gets no food at any of the tables because I do not want hens on tables when I eat.