I want his undivided attention! I stand on the pillow beside him, mark his screen as mine. He doesn’t pass it over. I drool to the side of the screen, (which he hates), cross to and fro over his lap, stand in front of the screen, blocking his view. He just looks around me. I stretch arching my back. He sets me on the floor.

Let’s see what have I tried? Pawing his leg, his arm, wide-eyed looks, climbing onto the unused backhalf of the couch, patting his back, a touch of claws to scrape down his spine, walk across his keyboard (unceremoniously removed without his breaking eyes from the glass),

I’ll slowly weane the hairless away from his typing surface by insinuating (no sin there) my way between him and the clattering thing that keeps me awake and him so facinated. I wriggling and clambering onto one hip, using a bit of his thigh as a pillow, turned my head back in the most beguiling of way, rolled onto my side and in my most foetal-innocence slept, purring, and still he doesn’t look at me. As I sleep I stretch over more of his leg. He sets his keyboard off on the arm of his sofa, his back twisted, but he’s still typing. I get an absent minded irregular stroke across my back/side of face won’t cut it today. I get up, walk from leg to leg, 3 swift tail twitches to his eye. I am generous with my hairless tom but surely I can’t indulge this much inattention.

Still, it’s progress. His keyboard to the side, I turn three times, indicating I will settle. Once I am fully inside the lotus of his lap, I start to stretch across his arm and nuzzle it off, away from his side. How far can I push him? He’s not very flexible but he can contort a bit. Amusing. But this time, I’ll have to admit a sleep, not defeat. He must be doing something too important. Maybe he’s chatting. When I wake, maybe he’ll be done whatever he’s at.