Who needs to purchase expensive, fancy typing tutor software when you have a cat that will sit on your wrists for *free. Vincent is right now sitting on my wrists, blocking my view of the keyboard. Funny thing is, he really had to go out of his way to position himself thus. It's not really that comfortable of a spot but I guess it's his way of telling me I need to stop working on my paper and go to sleep.
*I hesitate using the word "free" in regards to any service my cat provides me. For many reasons. One being that the monthly cost of upkeep of my cat renders him decidedly not free. Second being that any attention he has offered lately has been accompanied by a preponderance of drool and milk-bucket-catting. I can just see that computer insurance call. "I need a new computer because first my cat drooled so profusely on the keyboard that it short-circuited. And then I tripped over him and dropped the sucker when I got up to fix it."
Confused? My dad pronounced Vincent a Milk-bucket cat after watching him weave in and out of my legs as I walked. He said the barn cats used to do that in attempt to make you spill your bucket of milk.
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Oh....I just want the cute little orange furball in that picture! I have a soft spot for orange kitties. As for Sid, well, we now call him Chicken. He's definately a milk-bucket cat...but when he hears Belle, he becomes a speeding (scratching) bullet train wreaking havoc wherever he pounces.
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