Since I have to sit upright all day in front of my computer, whenever I have to do computer work at home I like to recline on my couch with my computer on my… belly/lap/whatever. It’s not too shabby, and I can get a lot done while being comfy, cozy under a blanket, and usually not fall asleep 🙂
However, one major drawback to this is the threat of a cat attack.
Yesterday such an event occurred. I was for the most part lying down with a big snugly blanket keeping me warm, with my head propped up on the arm of the loveseat and my computer comfortably propped on my midsection and I was diligently working away. Then a small gray kitty came sauntering down the stairs. She used her usual entrance which involves going through the stair railing onto the back of the couch, down onto the couch arm, onto the cushion, onto an ottoman, then onto the floor. With her gaze fixed on me the entire time.
I’m not sure if it’s because I was under her favorite blanket or because I was obviously busy working on something that needed to be interrupted, but nonetheless, she completely ignored the slumbering form of Eric who was trying to sleep off a headache, or her kitty bed, or her kitty toys, or the back of the couch (also a favorite), and b-lined for me across the living room.
She sat on the floor next to my couch looking up at me for a good minute, judging the best way to clamber up (old cat, not the most graceful anymore, likes to take the easiest possible route to any destination and doesn’t always make it when she jumps up onto something higher than a footstool).
Finally she made the jump and dug her claws into the blanket, and consequently myself, and pulled herself up. And unceremoniously plopped herself down on my belly. With her face right in my face, literally not more than two inches from my nose.
At first she didn’t quite fit, perched on my little baby bump, and her butt was on my keyboard, which I did not find appealing. I tried moving her around a little which really just aggravated her. Finally I just dumped her over on her side, so that she was craddled in my arm instead of lying directly on top of me, but she wasn’t having that. She replanted herself back on top of me and made herself fit. With her whiskers nearly brushing my face.
I tried to ignore her as best I could by leaning my head to the left to peer around her, but then she would turn her head that way to look at me, so I would lean to the right, and she would turn her head that way, making it nearly impossible to see past her. This went on for at least ten minutes, with me trying to work, and having to lift myself up some to see whenever I needed to see the keyboard. (good workout!)
One thought that went through my head was that my baby is going to think it’s natural to purr. The cat has an outrageously loud purr, so much so that when people visit and the cat is sitting nearby they ask, “is there a truck outside?” Additionally she doesn’t seem to know how to turn her purr off. Even the vet has a hard time finding her heartbeat because she won’t stop purring.
Finally it dawned on me that I should return the favor and give her undesired attention, and so started petting her. She’s funny, in that she wants to be near you (or ontop of/in your face/sharing your breath close), but not necessarily pet. I think she probably has arthritis or something – she enjoys a good scratch under the chin or top of the head, but a full body pet is only for when she’s really in the mood.
She finally had enough and clambered down with an audible kitty huff, and curled up in her kitty bed nearby. And I was able to finish working.
I am a little worried I’m going to have to invest in purring devices to soothe the baby once she’s here, as musical toys may not cut it. She may even expect me to purr. I hope not.