This is shameful. I know I’m being manipulated by my cats, and yet they succeed in manipulating me anyway. Neither of them has yet jumped onto my head while I’m brushing my teeth, but they do try to stop me writing.
Meow. Meow. Meow. It’s like the water torture. Robbie is agitating for cat food. I say, “Do you think I don’t know how full of it you are? Do you think I don’t know that as soon as I serve up the food, you’ll walk away and let Peep eat it all, so you can keep on bugging me?” Meow, she explained.
Except at mealtime, Robbie totally dominates Peep. Then the food is put out, and she turns into the incredible shrinking violet. All right, this time Peep didn’t eat it all, so now Robbie’s having some.
*Sigh* Back to work. If they’ll let me.
Why do we let them get away with such things? It is like my cat jumping up on my keyboard when I try to type. He evidently thinks he can do it
better, and wants to get it over with so I can have more time to pet him.
That’s a question for the sages.
It’s hard for me to write on my computer because my two kitties like to walk on the keyboard, which makes all kinds of interesting, but unintelligible comments.
This morning I came up with what I think is ingenious, even if I do say so myself. I put a bookend on each side of the keyboard. The bottom tucks under the computer so they can’t move it. YAY!
I like your solution.