Cats want more attention than babies. As I try to type this blog post, Cat Mojo’s
tail is swirling in front of my computer screen and I’m swatting at it like a
fly! Today he jumped onto the desk
easily, but yesterday he landed almost
on the desk. A very embarrassing moment
for him.
Mojo restricts me from using a pencil or pen. He thinks they are toys, and he thinks they
are his toys. I can not dodge him. If I move the
writing pad to my lap, Mojo’s there. Up
to the table – he’s there. Over to the
chair arm – he’s there. If I lay the
pencil down, he grabs it and I end up fishing it out from under the couch.
Except for the lure of a pencil, Mojo is not a lap cat. But when he just can’t go another minute
without some warm fuzzies, he hops into my lap.
He doesn’t care what I’m doing. If I’m reading, he spreads his body across
the book or newspaper, leaving me to hold it up to one side or the other and
try to read it. If I rustle the pages
too much, he jumps down and turns his back on me in his mad pose. He also gets mad if I move my legs, speak to
anyone except him, take too many sips of my coffee, or even reach for the
remote control too often – and he
decides what is too often on any given day.
This mouse just isn’t cat compatible! And that holds true for Hugh Mouse and the computer mouse!
