Doing homework

Here’s a photo of my homework helper. She’s doing her job as a paperweight very well in this case.

She has various ways to help. This morning, it was knocking the books next to my bed over to make sure I was awake enough to start my homework.

My favorite is when she’s attempting to sleep on the keyboard of the laptop while I’m in a Zoom meeting or trying to type a paper. She’s really helpful.

Cat hotel

At my house, so many different things are used as cat beds. My favorite is the random paper bag taken from the bag of leftover shopping bags. The cats fight over it occasionally, but then one realizes that paper beds aren’t so glamorous and she finds another one. The cats will play in cardboard boxes, but they aren’t fans of sleeping in them.

Mini kicks people off of the kitchen chair when it’s her naptime. Inky will hide in the garage and we will find her on the pile of laundry.

Inky’s favorite place to be, though, other than on my lap, is on top of the refrigerator. She sits up there and watches whoever is cooking. She supervises and occasionally tosses out a bit of cat hair to hopefully not end up in food. I guess she considers it the penthouse. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to pay by the day, because then she’d be asking for money from me. Maybe we should have her get a job?

I can’t get my homework done

For my class this summer, there is a lot of reading. I hate the textbook, so it makes it more difficult.

We were told that no assignment could be retaken without a valid excuse. Family, work, etc are not excuses. Medical excuses with a note will be considered.

The instructor did not mention cats sitting on your textbook as an excuse. Maybe the photo below will help convince her?

Inky climbed over me to sit on my book as I was reading it. I guess I could get 3/4 of the page read, but that would give me a 75% grade at best on the test.

I eventually moved so I could look at the power point on my laptop at the same time as I was reading the text book. Inky came back to help warm up the keyboard on the laptop. I struggled with her a bit until I convinced her to sit next to me, not on me. We’re both much happier that way.

Telling Me Just What She Thinks

Inky always has a plan for me. Sometimes she is very clear about what she wants. Other times she is more subtle.

Here is what she thinks of my homework

Here is what she thinks of my zoom meetings.

Here is what she thinks of my attempt to watch TV.

In order to get into these positions, she has to step on me, my project, whatever tools I’m using and all over the bed. She tries to relocate my stuff and me to a more comfortable place for her.

For zoom meetings, she must step on the keyboard and say hello to the meeting members. Sometimes she ends up mooning them, too, but I try to stop her before that happens.

For someone who can’t really talk, she certainly tells me her opinions.

A feline infatuation with bedding

I don’t understand why cats are so fascinated with sheet changing day. Usually, I have to move Inky a few times while changing sheets. Sometimes I just end up throwing the blankets over her so I can get it done more quickly.

Yesterday, it was Mini who was the issue. I moved her about a dozen times before calling for reinforcements. Mini usually isn’t a person cat, and my presence offends her, normally. I guess the call of clean sheets was too much for her. I had to call the family to help keep her out of the way.

What is it with bedding? I thought it might be the smell of the sheets right out of the drier, or maybe the warmth? The sheets had been washed the week before and stored away, so it was neither.

My final answer: Cats are weird.