Our long-running weekend feature Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Naps takes a personal turn this weekend.
It has to do with interuptive personalities. Maybe your dog always barks at the wrong time -- during a key moment in dialogue in Midsomer Murders on KERA. A dog NEVER barks during a pledge drive.
Maybe someone walks in and interrupts your concentration by asking, “Have you seen the remote?” Maybe a companion begins to tell a long, pointless story without texture or punchline -- again.
In everyone’s household, these disruptions of tranquility and task can occur.
My complaint for this weekend is that when I am simply trying to do my job, I frequently suffer a disruptive relocation.
I can be out like a light atop the warming computer and suddenly be lifted and deposited somewhere else. Sure, I get a hug or a kiss, but this is a challenge to my sense of achievement. I was sent to this office to complete a mission. I am, after all, THE Senator.
In these photos you see me at work. I may be flowing across the mousepad and the little computer simultaneously. Or I may be atop the computer and, in what can only be described as a feline cliche, watching for any movement in The Mouse. The clever, motionless Mouse. Yes, I WILL pounce!
And what is my reward for diligence? Sudden relocation at the hand of a human. Now and then I reward this grab-and-lift behavior with a nip on a fat man’s knuckles. Justified? Absolutely. I’m not a cat who enjoys the one-handed grip that results in two-thirds of my body dangling while my claws desperately grasp and scatter any cable or paperwork within reach. The consequence is NOT my problem -- I don’t have to pick up the mess or dab up the coffee spilled when The Mouse wire tips the cup.
So, what appeal am I making? It is for understanding. We need understanding. There is a feline frustration in this era of the 21st century.
Those of you who have long had cats know that if you opened a paper or a magazine or your packet of household bills and placed it flat on the table, the cat was required by international law to immediately occupy that open space. Entire pages would go unread because the cat would not be moved.
But we live in a paperless age. People read and do their bills on their desktops, their laptops and other electronic gadgets. It is our feline responsibility to find those flat, warm spaces and occupy them. You see in this final photo, my administrative security assistant, Deputy Chief Kittie Leigh Johnson making certain that my place on the desk is properly reserved for me after I return from issuing a general statement on American issues to the media.
In summation, I urge this nation’s mission-minded felines and its single-minded humans to work together to understand that the cat’s needs come first or you cannot have a civilized society.
I yield the balance of my time to any Gentlewoman of the Upper House of Congress or any Gentleman of the Senate who can behave without being neutered.
[LARRY REMINDER: We’ve included the Senator’s most recent campaign card with a photo from his days as a Broadway dancer. It should serve as a reminder that readlarrypowell.com needs photos of your sleeping dogs, napping cats and dozing politicians for our long-running weekend feature, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. Send photos and info to email@example.com. Remember, there is no record of insomnia in Congress. The rest of us have guilty consciences.]
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