The cat is my constant companion.
On Mondays, I go into work later, running a swing shift before returning to more civilized hours, which means I have a morning and half the afternoon to putter around the house and work on projects before I head out into the world to make my living.
The cat, who is an only cat, adores this extra time, because it means she's only left alone for two or three hours. If she is not perched on some part of a warm person, she gets lonesome; I've been in the bedroom folding laundry before only to hear her cry in the stairwell. Poor kitten.
So I call down to her and she comes bounding up the stairs, all conversation and sits on Adam's pillow, watching me put away laundry until I'm finished and prepared to sit down and provide her with a cozy lap and some typing.
The cat loves typing. Not the actual doing of it, what would a cat say? but the sound of the tip-tap of the keyboard, and the feel of my arms trying to maintain 60 wpm while being pressed down by her little kitty bulk. Her favorite spot in the entire world is draping herself across my forearms, blocking my view of the keyboard and most of the computer screen, and then having me type. If I'm just surfing, or not typing enough, she gets persnickity and a touch bitey.
She's like having an in-house deadline enforcer. I've been able to make progress on the current revision because of her. And I like having her intruding and reading over my shoulder. The weight is comforting. The warmth, especially in winter, is nice. And the built-in vibration feature is a bonus.
Not that I'm trying to turn this into a cat blog, or think that I'm the only person in the world whose wrists have been co-opted by a feline. More, this is an SOS because my cat is holding me hostage to my work and I kind of have to pee.
Help.
On Mondays, I go into work later, running a swing shift before returning to more civilized hours, which means I have a morning and half the afternoon to putter around the house and work on projects before I head out into the world to make my living.
The cat, who is an only cat, adores this extra time, because it means she's only left alone for two or three hours. If she is not perched on some part of a warm person, she gets lonesome; I've been in the bedroom folding laundry before only to hear her cry in the stairwell. Poor kitten.
So I call down to her and she comes bounding up the stairs, all conversation and sits on Adam's pillow, watching me put away laundry until I'm finished and prepared to sit down and provide her with a cozy lap and some typing.
The cat loves typing. Not the actual doing of it, what would a cat say? but the sound of the tip-tap of the keyboard, and the feel of my arms trying to maintain 60 wpm while being pressed down by her little kitty bulk. Her favorite spot in the entire world is draping herself across my forearms, blocking my view of the keyboard and most of the computer screen, and then having me type. If I'm just surfing, or not typing enough, she gets persnickity and a touch bitey.
She's like having an in-house deadline enforcer. I've been able to make progress on the current revision because of her. And I like having her intruding and reading over my shoulder. The weight is comforting. The warmth, especially in winter, is nice. And the built-in vibration feature is a bonus.
Not that I'm trying to turn this into a cat blog, or think that I'm the only person in the world whose wrists have been co-opted by a feline. More, this is an SOS because my cat is holding me hostage to my work and I kind of have to pee.
Help.
1 Comments:
LOL! I bet your kitty knows you have to go and is deliberately digging in. Cats are perverse like that.
Unlike a cell phone, I'm pretty sure there aren't any rules or etiquette for pee'ing with a cat on your lap... although I would imagine it would be somewhat intrusive.
Funny post.
:)
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