It’s a preternatural capacity and it results in high-pitched wailing and acts of desk-balancing that the majority cats would deal with with consummate ease, however which he incomprehensibly treats like probably the most precarious high-wire efficiency conceivable.
Before the coronavirus, the particular person I used to be talking to in these conditions would invariably hear the ludicrous commotion and ask “What was that noise?”. Depending on my relationship with them I’d both say “That was my keg of a cat falling off the desk” or “Sorry, I dropped three volumes of the Encyclopaedia Britannica on the floor at the same time.”
Since the pandemic, and the arrival of Zoom-as-work-from-home-meeting-standard, his green-eyed buffoonery has grow to be more difficult to deal with.
It usually begins unembarrassingly sufficient; it may even be a helpful ice-breaker. “Oh, who’s this? What a handsome fellow. Oo, he’s a big boy, isn’t he?” and so forth and so forth.
But it turns into much less helpful when convention name members can see solely an unmoving flank of tabby fur the place my (ruggedly engaging) head ought to be for minutes on finish. It strikes into the territory of downright humiliating when the stubbornness turns right into a feline tantrum.
Colleagues or shoppers on the decision rapidly progress from amusement to annoyance to horror because the blimp-like child-cat (who’s about 65 in human years) begins mewling, nipping at me, then inevitably drops from my desk within the method of a whistleblower in a B-grade drama sequence being pushed from a cliff by some company villain.
If it’s a extremely vital assembly, I mute the mic and in probably the most calamitous conditions I flip off the digital camera whereas shooing the bawling galoot out of the room and cleansing the mess from the bin he’s tipped over or the drink he’s spilled as a part of his cartoonish pratfall. That, although, tends to create suspicion and the Encyclopaedia Britannica lie is rather more troublesome to drag off on video.
Sometimes I grow to be very offended and as soon as the decision is over I am going and discover him (he’s normally the wrong way up in a patch of solar, having fully forgotten the entire episode) and inform him I’m by no means patting him once more and am contemplating planting Lily of the Valley all through our backyard. Later within the day he makes sheepish inquiries in regards to the availability of lodging on my knee. I sigh and let him on.
You’re an enormous ache within the bum, Harvey, however within the extremely unlikely occasion you are studying this, I’m very keen on you.
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