This is my big boy – Everest. Aka Everii, dumb cat, oy you, and whatever else he might
decide to come to. Shaking the cat biscuit packet does the trick too.
As most of you are aware, I am writing a novel for SoCNoC (Southern Cross Novel Competition). I have my laptop set up on the dining room table. There is a sheepskin there for the cats to sleep on. Everest doesn’t want to sleep on the sheepskin. He wants to sleep on my laptop.
There are many possible reasons. The first one is that the keyboard is warm. It isn’t. I know it isn’t.
The second, and more plausible reason, is that he wants my attention. As if he doesn’t get enough already.
The third reason, and I that I think is the most probable – he is a writer and wants to express himself.