My mom! No, MY mom! The saga continues.
I’m trying to write, but my cats block the venue.
The fierce competition for monitor blocking
surpassed inconvenience and turned into SHOCKING.
“I can’t see around you!” I yell at invaders,
continuing onward, my mini crusaders
insist upon fighting, and scratching the screen.
I yowl even louder, “Stop being so mean!”
One is insulted, the other revolted,
my typing betraying that I am devoted
to something else other than kitty demands,
a horrible concept they can’t understand.
I see by their movements, their tiny minds scheme!
They’re thinking up methods to spoil my dreams!
They quickly devour the treats that I’ve scattered,
then climb into boxes like nothing else mattered.
I’ve learned a few tricks while living with felines,
the cold, hardened stares mean you MUST make a beeline
for treats or for boxes…for their favorite foods,
so they don’t remember to poop in your shoes.
Hahahaha! How true!
Cats. Can’t live with ’em and can’t live without ’em. They manage to make us keep them anyhow. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
Ha! But they’re so beautiful, Joelle! Crystal has figured out that trying to walk on the computer is the fastest way to get my attention. Hugs on the wing!
I know what you mean. Other Brother Coon Cat has a knack for hitting all the wrong keys. Once, he erased the entire manuscript of a book, then saved it and closed it. He was laying down in front of the computer, looked me straight in the eye and started hitting the keyboard with one foot. Fortunately, There was a restore button, so I only lost a few paragraphs instead of the many pages I’d written.
To this day, I don’t know how he did it.
kool kat poem =^^=
It sounds like your kitties have done an excellent job of training you. Purrs Snoops and Kommando Kitty