Aksslajjlaslskjlalkkkkkkkkkkkk… Sorry, there was a cat on the keyboard
I wrote an article for a client today with one arm (not the client’s arm, my arm). What should have taken me an hour tops took two because I was typing one-handed. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to type with one hand (though it’s a safe bet you have if there is a cat in your home), but it’s difficult. Even a skilled typist ends up resorting to the hunt-and-peck method when her other hand is trapped beneath the belly of a slumbering feline.
I suppose I should be thankful that I could at least access the computer keyboard. If the cat had not been sleeping on my lap, half her body draped across my slowly numbing appendage, she would have been performing her usual tap dance across the keys. Then I would have really had a hard time getting anything jfsdsfnlsdfohsflllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll…
When I complain about the cats walking on my keyboard, barfing on my desk, shredding my notes or standing directly in front of the computer monitor, my husband tells me I should just close the office door. “That’s why it’s there,” he says. He’s horribly mean. No one with a heart could ever shut the door in those furry little faces. I know I certainly cannot.
So I’ve resigned myself to the hazards of working with cats. My beverage is always in imminent danger of being spilled. My keyboard is coated with hair. My monitor screen has nose and paw prints all over it. And sometimes it takes me two hours to complete a project that should have taken a fraction of that.
Did your cat ever mess up an important document you were working on? What did you do? Please share in the comments below.