Lucky for her. Because she doesn't seem to be a huge fan of it, herself.

I've never done it on purpose, but every once in a while she likes to hang out under the table, and standing at the table can result in smooshed catness. She yowls, loudly and with authority, and since she's not normally a talkative critter (though whenever touched, she says, "Murph," which would be a great name for a cat, but by the time we noticed this habit she had already become Sabrina), it scares the bejeezus out of me.

Hence, I hate stepping on her. Not because I'm a good person, but because I don't particularly like having the bejeezus scared out of me. I like my bejeezus intact.

I also hate sitting on her.