Our cat Nutmeg (years ago, in my first marriage) would want to be up on my desk, then would walk across my keyboard.

"NO! You do NOT walk on my keyboard! Ever! Understood?!"

Sad cat. Sad, sad cat. Life is awful. Sad, miserable, depressed—

"You didn't let me finish. What I meant was, want to sit on my lap?"

Happy cat. Occasionally sitting up to stretch or give me head bumps.