My cat loves to use the computer, especially my laptop, because he can sit there regally right on the keyboard and look lovingly at me, as if to say, "hey, here I am, aint I just the cutest thing?" Then he will put his nose up as if he expects you to kiss him on the lips. Actually, that is precisely what he expects because he knows his people are softies and that he is absolutely adorable. What he does not expect is the hug that is sure to follow. He's cuddly and he considers it a curse. My cat would rather go to the vet and get a poke than sit still and allow himself to be adored. However, just try ignoring him sometime. He won't tolerate that either, hence, the big, orange cat sitting in the middle of my laptop keyboard.
He has become quite the creative writer, I might add. I turned on my word processor program and let it run while I left the room for a moment, and when I returned, Sunny, (the cat, not the weather) had opened six other programs and had left me this urgent message on the word processor:
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If any of you readers out there think you can decipher Sunny's special code let me know. It looks vaguely familiar though. I think it is similar to some printer cuss I received a while back because I rudely interrupted a print job the poor printer had its heart set on completing. If that is the case, I probably should wash Sunny's mouth out with soap. The only problem is, that cat would probably like it. Sunny is unusual in the fact that he will take just about any kind of medicine you give him orally. He won't fight, kick, claw, hiss or bite,--unless you are risking life and limb in the attempt to trim his toenails. He considers toenail trimming to be a fate worse than death.
At the Veterinarian's office I once heard this gosh-awful caterwauling that could curl your hair. Normally it is cats that caterwaul, but not this time. This time it was a dog wailing bloody murder, and sounding for all the world like someone was operating on him without anesthesia. We commented about the poor dog getting tortured by the doctor, when the receptionist replied with an embarrassed smile, "he's just getting his nails clipped." Poor puppy. Sunny certainly understands your pain.
Sunny is as brilliant as his name. He knows that if he shakes the house plants, someone will get wrathy and come to speak to him. He doesn't care if your tone of voice is a bit harsh, just so long as you say his name once in a while. With me, he knows he can get me by nibbling one of my little houseplants that sit on my computer desk, and if that doesn't work, there is always the laptop to sit on. He only does that when it's running, you must understand. It seems that my screen saver is the most fascinating cat toy ever invented.
Sunny is also a bit of a bugger. He knows how to pester the older cat until he either leaves the room or swats Sunny on the nose. Sunny never tries to duck away from that swat, why should he? He knows that when the swat comes it means he has been successful in his mission to drive another feline completely up the wall. Humans do the same thing to each other, only they use more colorful language and tend to swat harder.
I guess I won't complain if Sunny leaves me the occasional interesting update on my word processor, after all, he has to get my attention somehow. Problem is, the other day he was eyeballing my mouse with the most suspiciously interested expression. I think I can expect to find it being dragged across the floor by its cord one of these days. I have no doubt that Sunny could easily amputate that mouse from its moorings if he really wanted to. I just hope he doesn't lose it under the refrigerator like he does the real, live mice.
