It’s funny - I just had to push two cat tails out of the way to type this post! I love my cats, but they do know how to insert themselves between me and anything I am trying to do!
How many times have you refused to give up and kept trying to type with a cat laid comfortably on both hand and looking at you with a face that says “why are you poking my tummy with your knuckles?”
That happens to me at least once a day.
Or if I try to practice the piano, Edgar will ensure that at least one third of the keyboard is unavailable. And, if I continue to ignore him, walk up and down on the keys to add a personal Caterpoint to whatever I’m trying to play.
Helena? Her job is to chew my toes in the morning when I am trying to poop. Most of the rest of the time, she is indifferent, but at 6 a.m., when my brain is still firing on four out of six cylinders, she’s just gotta be lovey-buzzy and chew on my toes.
Ah the joys of cat ownership. (Cats snicker at that thought. They know who is boss.)
.....on a lighter note.............
MIne stands right in front of the keyboard and is big enough that I can’t see the monitor. We’ve found if you give the cat a hug and start really loving them up, they really don’t want to be there very long.:)