For a cat who lives in the lap of luxury, Levi is as twitchy as a rabbit facing a pack of wolves. Being a repressed lap kitty, he likes hanging out near me, but at my slightest move, reaching for something, turning the page of my book, he jumps out of his skin. I promptly apologize, earning a beady-eyed feline stare, the equivalent of “Hey I’m walkin here!” Once he’s regained his composure, I get a paw slap and a nip for causing him to momentarily lose his dignity. Really, he forgets who pays the mortgage and keeps the water fountain and food bowl full of goodness. The cat never fails to amuse.