Mercutio
Fatwah on Western Digital
Oddly quiet here. You'd think we all had other things to do on Friday nights and Saturday mornings. Or something.
I have come to the conclusion that the natural enemies of cats are neither dogs nor mice.
Nope.
They're books and keyboards
Case in point:
I keep a stack of unread books beside my bed. For the last several months, one cat or another has decided that it's a fun game to knock over the stack by climbing up it and pushing the books down, one at a time. This happens about five seconds after I shut off my light for the evening. Usually this is accompanied by an audible and self-satisfied purr that is clear evidence of a scheme of feline evil.
The natural reaction of BOTH my cats to the presence of a hardcover book is to interpose their respective bodies between me and the words on the page. This is, literally, the most natural thing in the world, and if the book happens to be oversized, I may very well have co-conspiritors plotting to keep me from the written work. Books, even very thin ones resting on the floor, are also far more comfortable than a soft, carpetted floor, their various pillows, or the twin-size bed that is kept for them.
Paperbacks? Ha! One of my cats hates them enough that she bites them and swats at my hands while I read. Every paperback I have has little kitty toothmarks in it, and she'll attack paperbacks even when I'm not reading them, like they're chew toys, or perhaps it's just to keep them in their place.
Keyboards? My boy cat thinks they're the most comfortable place to lay in the whole world, particularly while I'm trying to type. Many's the post I make here with my fingers trapped beneath a sleepy-yet-mildly annoyed cat.
Now, there's no proof that cats are anti-intellectual. But I really am starting to wonder if cats have a secret campaign against the written word.
I have come to the conclusion that the natural enemies of cats are neither dogs nor mice.
Nope.
They're books and keyboards
Case in point:
I keep a stack of unread books beside my bed. For the last several months, one cat or another has decided that it's a fun game to knock over the stack by climbing up it and pushing the books down, one at a time. This happens about five seconds after I shut off my light for the evening. Usually this is accompanied by an audible and self-satisfied purr that is clear evidence of a scheme of feline evil.
The natural reaction of BOTH my cats to the presence of a hardcover book is to interpose their respective bodies between me and the words on the page. This is, literally, the most natural thing in the world, and if the book happens to be oversized, I may very well have co-conspiritors plotting to keep me from the written work. Books, even very thin ones resting on the floor, are also far more comfortable than a soft, carpetted floor, their various pillows, or the twin-size bed that is kept for them.
Paperbacks? Ha! One of my cats hates them enough that she bites them and swats at my hands while I read. Every paperback I have has little kitty toothmarks in it, and she'll attack paperbacks even when I'm not reading them, like they're chew toys, or perhaps it's just to keep them in their place.
Keyboards? My boy cat thinks they're the most comfortable place to lay in the whole world, particularly while I'm trying to type. Many's the post I make here with my fingers trapped beneath a sleepy-yet-mildly annoyed cat.
Now, there's no proof that cats are anti-intellectual. But I really am starting to wonder if cats have a secret campaign against the written word.
