In which I do not post another photo

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Please scroll down, to observe Barry sitting on the typescript; I am not faffing about with the camera again.

I could, though. I could post a whole morning's worth of Barry sitting on the typescript, lying on it, rolling onto his back upon it to allow me to get my hand bitten & scratched as it dares to assault his tummy. Scratching on it. Chewing his toenails right there (his current occupation, indeed). Aaargh. Does he not know I have deadlines?

I want a cat who will be briefly cute and then go away. Oh, wait. I've got one of those too. Who always frustrates me because I want him to linger longer. Just, not on the bloody typescript, y'know...?

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I have one of those ergonomic kneeler chairs, which means when I'm at my desk supposedly writing, my lap is at an angle. Mooncat finds this inconvenient so sits on the desk next to the keyboard head-butting my hand for fuss, or -- like Barry -- sits on any mss that happen to be available. She also likes to get between me and the screen and play catch the cursor. Iskander insists on the lap despite the slope (he can hang on. He has claws) and the fact that he is too big to fit on it and under the desk, so that I have to sit a lap-length away from the desk and type with my arms at full stretch. Horus rarely gets on the desk but specializes in loitering by the base of the chair shouting and courting having his tail run over by its wheels.
And I wonder why typing gives me headaches and neck pain!

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I used to have a kneely-chair! Gifted to me by a friend with a bad back who'd tried it and hated it; at the time, I didn't have a bad back but I loved it anyway. Misha-cat didn't, it made my lap (which was her rightful possession; Sophie-cat had my shoulders) awkward to sit on. As you say, though, claws...

The chair broke, in the end, and I couldn't find another in the neighbourhood. So now I have regular office-chair, and a thoroughly available lap, and neither cat will use it for more than five minutes at a stretch (that's Mac, who comes by for an ecstatic purr-and-cuddle and then is off on his adventures. Baz sits on me downstairs, but not up here. Don't ask me why).

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So now I have regular office-chair

...and, of course, a bad back.