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Does it still qualify as a “lap kitty” if there’s no flesh???
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Yup. Kittehs do not care. Mine will remain on my lap until my lower extremities have fallen asleep (if I let her), and when I point out that would make it impossible for me to get her food, the look I get in return says, “That’s what you think.” 
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One Piece.
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The kitty skull and fish crossbones even has whiskers! 
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Toothless?
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Gormless.
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Summer before last our office kitty, Eddie, decided to jump onto my lap and take a long snooze there during an unscheduled office telecon that dragged on and on. Being our workplace sanity life-saver, no way was I going to disturb him. Kitty on my lap. My legs under the table. I was burning up and sweating like a pig: kitty’s bellies are blazing hot!
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No explanation why, but every time I read this post, I read it in a strong Scottish accent. It’s so compelling! I keep coming back for moar!
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I just imagined it in that way (with special emphasis on the last three sentences. Hilarious!) I suggest though that you imagine it in a strong stereotypical “B’klyn” accent, modified by 30 years in SoCal. Not so funny to me.
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When you stare into the void and the void stares back pokes its tongue out at you.
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Groundhog?
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