I can’t tell you how many times one of our cat “buried” my husband’s dissertation before he finished it. We don’t think that it was an editorial comment.
Based on her male despair is funny mug and the fact there’s 20 cats, probably here
The warmest place in my condo turns out to be directly in front of my computer screen. Unlike the good old days when a cat could sleep on top of the CRT screen, with only a flicking tail to block your view, now the cat has to stand parallel to the screen. This both maximizes warmth transfer and completely prevents me from getting any work done. My only recourse is to pet the cat, which of course makes the problem worse.
Should I buy another screen, mounted horizontally, for Nibbler to sleep on? I’m not sure it would work.
Just put an old CRT monitor on your desk for the cat. My parents still have two, so they’re around. Somebody would probably pay you to take one.
Yes. That is your obvious solution.
Or get a second monitor but don’t extend them. IOW you see the same thing on both screens at the same time. This will solve your problem unless your cat has figured out how to be in two places at once. Whichever screen he’s standing in front of, you look at the other one.
What if the cat can be both in front of Monitor A and in front of Monitor B until you collapse the probabilities by actually attempting to stare at one or the other, at which point the cat’s position resolves to being in front of the one you attempt to look at?
Get a third monitor?
Yes!!
Hmm. Are you sure you don’t have a small, weirdly flexible dog?
Cats. Along with their mates, dogs. What sweet, wonderful little creatures that make all of our lives better and make us better people. they try to show us what is most important in life, but do we observe and follow? No. We insist on “working”.
Cattius Maximus loves to ‘help’ me work. He begins his supervision of my labors by sitting on my right shoulder like a pirate’s parrot, but he quickly becomes bored and soon is draped over my shoulder like a dishwasher’s hand towel. Problem is, he is a 14-lb cat, so it doesnt take long before I am typing lefthanded, spelling as atrociously as one could imagine, and eventually give up the attempt to work.
As usual, kitty’s nefarious plan has come to full fruition. 
I’m betting an animal shelter or vet’s office.
Or clean laundry in a contrasting color from the cat hair.
Oh so pretty cat, ME WANT!
My next cat will be a long hair African-American! I have always loved that color of cat!
We have somewhat the same problem, except Danthee likes to occasionally play computer games.
Beautiful cat!
Our kitty has zero respect for personal and workspace boundaries, or schedules and deadlines.
My cat won’t let me work either. The funny thing is, I am now retired, so the actual work I do is housework. When I’m walking about, and especially when I’m in the kitchen, she is likely to come in and yell at me. If I don’t stop, she progresses to yowls and pitiful moans. This is only ended if I pay attention to her, follow her into the dining room, pick her up and let her sit on my shoulder for a while.
So, it’s not my fault if the house is messy (which it is).
I’m going straight to hell for laughing at that, aren’t I?
I used to have a problem with Charley lying across the nice, warm laptop keyboard when I was (trying to) work at home. She still likes to have my attention when I’m working at home, since nothing I’m doing could ever be as important as petting the most beautiful kitty in the whole world. But I can usually get her to sit in my lap rather than on the laptop these days, or if I put an old towel down on the table on the back side of the flip-up monitor, she’ll sleep there; sometimes, she’ll be so quiet for so long that I forget she’s there–then I’ll be using the mouse and this white paw will suddenly shoot out from behind the monitor.