Message from homicidal felid as follows:
aWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWA
Don’t ask me what it’s supposed to mean. I haven’t a bloody clue. Unless it’s to say she wants me to get off her computer so she can have it back…
She looks exhausted by the effort!
You’re not even really being allowed to “borrow” the computer — you’re just fulfilling your duties of running it for a bit so it gets nice and warm.
Uh oh. Mungo took a look and got an evil gleam in his eye.
Now you’ve done it, Dana. That message wasn’t meant for us; it was meant for them. The cats.
We are doomed. Doomed, I tells ya.
Around my house the first place to look for something that goes missing (keys, cell phone, notebook) is under the cat.
The network name of my laptop is Catwarmer II.
A one megabite laptop with fuzzy logic and mouse controllers. Clock speed 120 bpm. Watch out for the peripheral ports. Eep, oww, you have duties to perform!
Thas wahappen when you calls it a laptop.
Doesn’t Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats have some advice on the comparative merits of computers versus “official” electric cat beds?
Must…rub…furry…belly!
I finally clued in, and bought a laptop stand. It keeps my keyboard at a slight inclination, which I like, and disables the machine as a cat-warming device. It isn’t as though the boys have a shortage of good kitty sleeping spots.
My wife uses a heating pad for her achy back. As soon as she gets up, there’s a cat on it.
Funny, my cat warms ME! He sleeps on my arthritic hip every night and keeps it warm. Since I have a desktop, all he can do is walk on my keyboard when I’m in the middle of a fight in Guild Wars 2 or stand next to the monitor waving his fluffy tail across the screen.
Oh, I thought the cat was the heating pad.