At last - what the world's been waiting for!

[desperance]

(Sadly, not available for Linux...)

And actually not that much use to me, because (a) this set-up doesn't do sound, so I wouldn't get the repellor function; and (b) either I'm here or the screen-saver has cut in, and that's password-protected. The chances of either of my darlings typing the right password by accident are minimal, so they can do no harm in my absence, and when I'm here - well, when I'm here, I do know when a cat is walking on my keyboard.

Even so, if it were Linux-compatible, I'd probably buy it. Just for the fun of the thing.

[my thanks to Gavin for the heads-up]

Comments

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

Isn't it easier to just push the keyboard tray in? :)

[pogodragon.livejournal.com]

Many moons ago (well, around 1989 I think), my ex. and I had an Atari word processor.

The ex. had to spend a very long time with the manual for the thing trying to work out how to stop it typing in the Greek alphabet after our tabby cat, the much missed Stan, had wandered across the keyboard.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ah now, the problem with that, some of us have vast Victorian double-sided kneehole desks which didn't much come with keyboard trays; also vast ergonomic keyboards which wouldn't much fit on a tray anyway...

Off-topic: why can I hear something breathing in here, when both the cats are downstairs...?

*spooks self entirely*

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yay Stan! Creative interference patterns, that's what we like. None of this random-letter-repeated-ad-nauseam nonsense. (Mac has just turned his back on me, even as I type this: for yes, I was looking at him...)

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

Wake me when they develop a program that translates cat-typing into deathless prose.:)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

...as opposed to simply endless, relentless, all those -lessy things it already is? Will do.

[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

What we want to know at Cornwell Towers is whether this program will confound those monkeys who are typing the works of Shakespeare?

[julesjones]

Hee. I remember hearing about that software years ago. Even for someone with a password-locked screensaver, it does have the advantage that being beeped at might train the cats not to walk on the keyboard in the first place, which would help keep them off it when you're in front of the computer. But you do need the sound system for that.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I don't know what it is with Linux vs my sound system - well, I can guess, as I don't have yer actual sound-card, it's just what comes built into the Dell, and I presume my brand of Linux simply can't recognise it without help - but I've never got it sorted. Happily, it makes virtually zero difference to the way I use the machine, as I'm not one of those writers who can deal with music as I work. They are separate activities, and I have a fine stereo system downstairs. So I guess I go on living with a suddenly-irruptive cat (Barry announces his arrivals; Mac just goes boing! and is there), and occasional kkkkkkkkiiiii naa ert[[[[[[[[[

[desperance.livejournal.com]

You're applying to the wrong authority.

[cornishmoth.livejournal.com]

Sadly, neither is it available for Mac.

The problem with using a laptop and keeping cats (nearly typed "owning" then... as if...) is that cats believe that your lap is essentially their domain. If you're stupid enough to rest something else there, that's your problem.

(Rushes off to persuade black cat that going out late is not an option, and to persuade large hairy dog that he can't go out whilst aforementioned cat is trying to somehow push himself through a closed door...)
Sigh...

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

Many are the days I have ALMOST shelled out the money for that program.

Who said "why not push in the tray?" Because mine walk across when I am *using* the keys.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yeah, mine too - at least, Barry sprawls to one side and reaches a paw across to type in the approved manner; Mac just goes boing! all over 'em. Completely heedless, he is, of where he puts his feet; he starts every morning with wet paws, because he steps in the water-bowl while he's dancing for his breakfast.