Bromley is like that, so is my cat Gypsy. I have to watch because if I am trying to get ready or do my makeup, Gypsy will decide she wants to hang out so she just suddenly jumps onto my shoulder and starts purring. So then I have to try to get ready with a cat on my shoulder.
I kind of did it to Brom I think. When I first got him at 6 or 7 weeks old, he naturally took to snuggling on my chest. My chest is…ummm…let’s just call it voluptuous. My vet calls them perfect bunny bumpers. When I first got him, I would hold him to my chest and carry him around while I did some light chores or sat chatting with friends at the table. Once I sat down, he would crawl onto my shoulder for a better look around. But as Brom grew, he never really got too big to use my chest as a shelf and he also learned that he could sit on my chest, put his head and paws on my shoulder, and watch the world that way. When he is out on the couch, he will race across the back of my couch, down the arm, jump onto my chest and then jump off of my chest like it is a trampoline! If he wants to sneak attack the cats, he will sit on my shoulder and hide under my hair until he is ready to pounce. If my husband is playing the PS3 and not spending enough time petting him, he will crawl onto his shoulder and stare directly into his eyes until he puts the controller down. But once he tires out, he will stretch across my chest and shoulders and go to sleep watching TV.