Blinded By Fur

I have two cats. Both are orange and that is where the similarities end.


These cats are often in my stories, yet take on human form.

Why?

Because they are like humans.

They are sneaky.

One cat is delightfully soft, plump, and loves to eat food. Initially, when we first adopted this chubby, he was very scared. Timid. Shy. I'm not sure exactly which one of these adjectives described his nature, but we decided to name him after the famous pink pig in "Winnie the Pooh". The other cat jumps up to bat paper balls, occasionally sits on my shoulders, and refuses to gain weight. We decided to name him after the bouncy cat in "Winnie the Pooh". Now, T, the skinny cat, has become a bit obsessed with hanging out by me while I'm using the laptop. Even though I tend to think scientifically, I wasn't able decide which came first, the obsession with the laptop or the desire to be next to me. Whenever I open my computer to use, there's T right next to me, trying desperately to climb onto the keyboard. He won't leave it alone. He's only happy when he's sitting directly on the keys which I won't allow as it makes awful noises. Sometimes T will accept that he can sit next to the laptop only if it is on top of the papers that I am directly working on. Every night when I sit down to do my papers and use the computer, here comes T, ready to spring onto the keyboard. I came up with a method of throwing paper balls to distract T, but the downside to this method is now he expects me to throw the balls.


Here were a few thoughts as to why T is insisting that he sit on the computer.
Is it that I'm really only sitting down when I'm on the computer? And alone? I sit down to eat dinner, but I sit next to the loud jumpy little human that's potentially dangerous, so T doesn't come to me then. So maybe that's why T comes to me when I open the computer.

Today I think I have my answer. After all, this isn't the best written essay. It's because I can't see. I'm lying in bed, laptop on knee, and T has successfully laid his entire body directly in front of my face. In fact, he's on my face. He's soft, purring, and very content. Although I don't have the heart to tell him to move, I now think I have my answer. T wants me, not the computer.

Life is good.

Wait, I hope that's not copyrighted like T's name is.