Animals Assemble
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One more thing. This chapter was based on my cats, who always try to lay on my laptop and end up ruining whatever I'm working on.
Chapter 2: No Electronics
The Bengal tiger tabby suppressed yet another irritated sigh as the human typed away on her laptop. How dare she pay more attention to a glowing box with keys on it than to him? How dare said glowing box obey the human's every will? The tabby wasn't sure which one he was more jealous of, but he had to put an end to this madness.
He casually leapt onto the bed where the human sat and walked up to her. She was about fifteen years of age, and the tabby decided that that must have something to do with her constant use of the laptop. But that didn't matter – her attention would soon be diverted. He sauntered up to her side and nudged her arm with his nose. She shook her arm in an attempt to shoo him away but didn't bother looking at him. Whatever she was doing was clearly more important than her cat, and that was clearly a huge problem. The tabby pressed his nose into the underside of her forearm until her arm lifted, allowing him to crawl under it and into her lap. The girl simply raised her arms a bit to type around the cat. Said cat circled his human's lap a few times before plopping down and getting comfortable. He kept his back legs tucked into his body and draped a front paw over the pillow he created out of the girl's arm. The girl paused to look at him and sigh before going back to her electronic world. The tabby began purring and nuzzling his face into the human's elbow, a trick he had learned that human girls can't resist. They seemed to find it "adorable" and would stop whatever they were doing to pay attention to the cat. The girl sighed again and couldn't help but smile at the troublesome tabby in her arms. Between the purring, the nuzzling, and the lack of circulation in her right arm, there was no way she would get her story done.
"Dammit, Stark. You always try to divert my attention. Can't you see I'm writing?" the girl whined, though still smiling. Stark continued purring and rubbing, shifting his body so that his stomach was visible. The girl gave in completely and ran a hand along the striped fur, causing the volume of the purr to rise noticeably.
"Well, I hate to disturb you, but now that I'm taking a break, I'm gonna head to the kitchen." the girl decided, patting the cat's lower back as a gesture that he needed to move. He refused, and ended up being picked up and set aside. He watched the girl go with some annoyance; he had gotten so comfortable! No matter, though. It was time to see what was so damn great about the glowing box with the keys.
He sniffed at it. It didn't smell very good.
He licked the edge. It didn't taste very good, either.
He swatted at it. Damn, that thing was hard!
He rubbed his head on it. The edge made a nice head scratcher.
He then decided to lay on it. Oooh, it was so warm…
Little did he know that he was pressing several keys while doing this, thus destroying the human's "story."
The girl came back about ten minutes later and instantly wore an expression of panic and anger.
"Stark!" she cried. The tabby simply lifted his head. He liked this piece of technology, and simply figured that the girl was jealous that he had taken it over. Until he was rather harshly booted from his resting place by hurried hands.
"Oh, Stark, you ruined my story!" the girl moaned. She went about clicking and typing, deleting this and closing that. Stark had managed to open about seven different computer programs due to his paw scratching the track pad, and the weight of his eight pound body pressed nearly every key on the keyboard, typing random, incoherent words into the word document that the girl had been working in and opening even more programs via shortcuts.
While the hysterical teenager set about trying to fix her cat's mess, said cat sat beside her and watched everything. He hadn't really realized what he had opened or modified – all he cared was that the glowing electronic thing was warm and comfy.
And that it made a good head scratcher.