I had to banish my first cat from the bedroom. He’d start chewing wires to get me to react - which worked, because I didn’t want him to be electrocuted - to get him breakfast.
I loved that cat, and I hated to do it, but I can’t have him chewing wires.
Later in his life he was allowed back into the bedroom. He’d come into the bedroom while we were prepping for bed, then curl up under the blankets with me for a while, then leave for the rest of the night.
The cat would be on top of it if it was a crt. That’s where mine was pretty frequently.
Things did not go well the day I got my first LCD. The cat tried to hop up top to check it out, and he fell down behind it. I saw him looking to jump up there, but I wasn’t able to react in time to stop him. Fortunately he wasn’t hurt.
I just locked mine in a room with the litter box with the non-absorbing crystals for a few hours.
I’ve inadvertently ridden my bicycle through a couple school zones during drop-off times - and I’m sure pick-up times would be even worse.
Cycling around cars has an element of risk that we all know and accept. But that risk goes WAY UP in school zones at drop-off time. You’d think drivers would be looking for kids, people, etc. as they drop their precious off IN A SCHOOL ZONE. But, no.
For example: One started to pull out in front of me - I was in the lane, riding past, and she was pulling out of the school’s driveway. I avoided her with some vigorous braking, then she had the gall to pull up at a light and tell me I should be careful.
When I worked for the federal government, it meant outreach to minority communities, trying to get more to apply. Once they applied, they were on the same playing field as everyone else.
On a related note: Every time I see a video on Facebook of a crash caused by a tractor trailer, I see racist comments, guessing who the driver was, as though no white guy has ever wrecked a truck. It’s insane. It’s so deep in their heads that rational thought is gone.
You get used to it!
Signed, cat servant who has one that sleeps at his feet.
But it could be worse: We also have a 60 lb (27 kg) dog that likes to cuddle with my wife. So I definitely have the better end of the deal.
We have one, too. The cats love it!
The problem is, so does the dog. So we don’t use it much.
We used to have a tabby that didn’t just walk into a room. She announced her presence loudly so all of us could honor her royal highness. She made an Entrance.
I sometimes called her the audio engineer - she’d find the places that echoed the most to let loose her loudest meows.
I miss her so much. 8lbs of pure personality. She’d cuddle with me at night, she would show up and demand I lift the blanket, then she’d curl up with me under the covers for a while.
In her mind, she was the queen. The house still feels quiet without her, and she’s been gone 5 years.
We have one now, actually the successor to the cat I mentioned above, who likes to relax on my arm. Right now he’s catloafing on one of my legs, not sure what’s up with that, but his usual position is to lay across my left arm.
We have another that cuddles with me at night. Occasionally I’ll wake up, and he’ll realize I’m awake and demand cuddles. He’s pretty good about not waking me up, usually.