My roommate’s cat, Sifa, likes to sit with me while I’m on the computer. Right now she’s in my lap. This is one of the two “accepted” places around here for her to be. The other is on top of my computer box. Unfortunately, there are two other places she also likes to be, from which I have to discourage her from sitting: on top of my monitor, and on top of the hand that moves the mouse.
She likes the top of the monitor, because it’s warm and she can look at me while I’m looking at the screen. I don’t like it because it gets cat hairs in the cooling vents on the back of the monitor, and that can lead to long-term problems.
To the right of my computer screen is my mousepad and wireless mouse. She likes to jump up here because it’s the only place on the desktop not covered, and she can step down easily into my lap or hop up from there to the monitor. Sometimes she doesn’t do either, but plops down, purring, right on top of the mousepad, the mouse, and the hand that was moving it. On top of that, her body blocks the infrared signal from the mouse and not only can I not move my hand, but my button clicks do nothing. Furthermore, she scratches her head on the side of the keyboard, putting little “-“ and “+” marks into my blogging.
Sifa likes to sleep on my bed, but I’ve had to put a stop to that, too – my little pallet is too narrow for me to roll over without completely pushing Sifa off. She tends to move around and wake me at night, too, which is a problem because I jealously guard my sleep these days.
Dann jokes that Sifa’s aspiration is to be a barber. As part of her personal grooming habits, she likes to rip out tufts of her hair and leave them lying around. Dann thinks it’s either A) because of some sort of skin disease or B) because of psychological problems growing up on the “streets.” Me, I think Sifa thinks she’s a bird, and periodically needs to line the nest with feathers from her breast.
She also has this game she likes to play: I’ll start going up the stairs, and she’ll wait until I’m halfway up, and then bolt up the stairs to beat me to the top. I usually try to stay to one side, to give her room so I won’t accidentally step on her. But then she’ll bolt up the side I’m climbing up, right between my feet!
I’m glad to have a cat around, though. I’ve missed having a cat around for the last few years. I had one growing up, thanks to my dad (bless his heart!) who hated them, but let us have one anyway, but we gave it away once my sister went off to college. I’m glad to finally be living with one again.
She likes the top of the monitor, because it’s warm and she can look at me while I’m looking at the screen. I don’t like it because it gets cat hairs in the cooling vents on the back of the monitor, and that can lead to long-term problems.
To the right of my computer screen is my mousepad and wireless mouse. She likes to jump up here because it’s the only place on the desktop not covered, and she can step down easily into my lap or hop up from there to the monitor. Sometimes she doesn’t do either, but plops down, purring, right on top of the mousepad, the mouse, and the hand that was moving it. On top of that, her body blocks the infrared signal from the mouse and not only can I not move my hand, but my button clicks do nothing. Furthermore, she scratches her head on the side of the keyboard, putting little “-“ and “+” marks into my blogging.
Sifa likes to sleep on my bed, but I’ve had to put a stop to that, too – my little pallet is too narrow for me to roll over without completely pushing Sifa off. She tends to move around and wake me at night, too, which is a problem because I jealously guard my sleep these days.
Dann jokes that Sifa’s aspiration is to be a barber. As part of her personal grooming habits, she likes to rip out tufts of her hair and leave them lying around. Dann thinks it’s either A) because of some sort of skin disease or B) because of psychological problems growing up on the “streets.” Me, I think Sifa thinks she’s a bird, and periodically needs to line the nest with feathers from her breast.
She also has this game she likes to play: I’ll start going up the stairs, and she’ll wait until I’m halfway up, and then bolt up the stairs to beat me to the top. I usually try to stay to one side, to give her room so I won’t accidentally step on her. But then she’ll bolt up the side I’m climbing up, right between my feet!
I’m glad to have a cat around, though. I’ve missed having a cat around for the last few years. I had one growing up, thanks to my dad (bless his heart!) who hated them, but let us have one anyway, but we gave it away once my sister went off to college. I’m glad to finally be living with one again.
posted by Mark at 1/27/2004 11:19:00 PM
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