How Mousepad got his name….

Mousepad
Mousepad

This has been “his” spot since the day I brought him home as a wee little kitten. On the days I’m not annoyed with him for getting in my way, I think it’s kind of endearing. His usual routine is to jump on the desk and walk back and forth in front of the computer a couple of times, waving his tail in my face as I shove him aside. He eventually settles down on top of the mouse (like a bird on an egg), and reaches out with a paw to touch me. Every time I move my arm, his paw snakes out to find it and make contact again. I have to fight with the cursor on the screen every time he moves. It can’t be comfortable lying on top of that mouse.

That’s Mousepad.