Facts, part one:
I approach my computer desk, because I want to read the Dope.
The cat is curled up on the chair.
So I pick her up, sit down on the chair, and put her back in position, still curled up, on my lap.
I skritch her ears, to reassure her that the world has not ended.
She purrs.
Facts, part two:
I remove my hand from her ear-skritching, because I want to type on the keyboard.
She stands up on my lap, jumps onto the computer desk, settles down in the sphinx position
And blocking my view of the screen. And purrs.
Facts, part the third:
I give her a tap on the butt, and ask her to please move.
She stops purring, but does not move.
I give her a slight shove on the butt, pushing her far enough to let me see the computer screen.
She lets me scoot her sideways, still in the sphinx position. She then stands up , walks back to the previous spot, and settles down again like the sphinx, blocking my view of the screen. And purrs.
Facts , part the fourth:
I shove her sideways again. She stops purring, but placidly scoots along with my hand.
Then she stands up, walks back to the previous spot, and settles down again like the sphinx, blocking my view of the screen. And purrs.
Facts, part 5:
repeat of facts, part the fourth.
Facts, part 6:
I move the computer screen sideways to the spot where I had previously pushed the cat.
The screen placidly scoots along with my hand.
The cat remains in her spot, still sphinx-like, and still purring.
The Final Result:
I have now achieved my goal of reading the Dope.
The cat is purring.
Life is good.
But who won?
oh, and in case somebody thinks I’m violating the rules:
here’s Ms. Cat, in a previous encounter with the computer

