Why I never get anything done.

This is my cat Tasha. She believes she should be the center of attention, all the time. So after walking around on my keyboard, she sits. I scoot the keyboard over a bit. She lays down. I swear, move the keyboard a bit more, and close all the help windows that open when her big butt parks on the F1 button. (Well, G1, actually, it's a gaming keyboard.) Then she expands. My keyboard kicks the mouse off its pad. I swear some more, and the cat purrs. Such are the events of my mornings.