Once upon a time, I bought a writing desk at Walmart. I assembled it all myself. I didn’t let my husband even help, not that he wanted to. No power tools either–didn’t even have an electric screwdriver.† I bought the desk after I ordered my first Dell, and put it together before my computer arrived. I’ve been writing at that desk, mostly on Dell computers, since.
That was some ten years ago. For the first five years, it was awesome. My desk was my place, holding my things. People knew better than to put anything on KD’s writing desk. The mail could go there, but that was it. Don’t pile your crap there. Don’t think you’ll just sit down and write a note. Step away from the desk.
Then one day my cat wanted attention. I was petting him as I tried to work, but it was awkward. I wanted my hand back.
I had the brilliant idea to put my cat on my desk. I could pet him, but sneak my hand away for quick typing runs. It would be awesome!
Yeah. Now my cats think they have the run of my desk. Well, they pretty much do. I’ve seen more cat-butt in the last five years… My chat program has a shortcut I can type with one hand that translates to “can’t type, cat in face.”
Ahh, for the good old days. Why, oh why, did I not stop to think that fateful day when I picked up that furry little despot?
Here are some pictures of my cats on my desk. I have rather a lot…
† And boy did I regret THAT the next day…