This is Other Brother Coon Cat (OBCC).
I’d like to say he’s my biggest fan, but some days he acts like a king reminding his serf who’s boss.
It’s one thing to have a cat on your desk, another to have a cat take over your desk.
This is said desk:
Not that I wanted to get a new desk: The old one was being held together by duct tape and prayer.
This is how the new desk looks with a 20 pound (1.43 stone) coon cat on top of it:
You’ve probably noticed the towel over my new desk.
Can you guess the first thing he tried to do once the new desk was assembled?
Had we not slathered cardboard around the edges, he would have redesigned them with his claws.
OBCC wants to lay down on anything in which I show an interest. That black case he’s using as a pillow is my work folder.
This picture looks innocent enough. Right?
I had to retrieve — off the floor– my work folder, a brown carry case, the tissue box, and the items under it.
That box, full of stuff with the ruler sticking out of it, is still on the desk for only one reason: It’s too heavy for him to shove with one foot.
When I’m working, this is where you’ll usually find OBCC:
In this picture he’s on my old desk; his tail draping across my keyboard. I’m trying to keep his foot off it, too, or he’ll whap the keys with it.
With that one “talented” foot he has, in the past, shut down my computer, deleted manuscripts, and filled the screen with pop-up windows.
You may be wondering, “How does she endure it?”
How can you not fall in love with that face?
He’s purrfect, purrsistent, and has more purrsonality than anyone I know.
He purrs pretty, too.