Tasha, my sister’s cat who I have become extremely attached to, loves it when I stay home. She has this habit of jumping onto the keyboard tray and forcing me to pet her while I try to type or mouse. There is always a moment when she becomes annoyed with my mousing and attacks my hand at which point we have a face to face talk about whose keyboard this really is and even though I think I’ve won, I have this sneaking suspicion that whenever she jumps down after these conversations she knows she just got the last word in somehow.

Today when she jumped up for attention, I was watching movie previews on Quicktime as usual. This works out well for us because I don’t have to do anything but pet her while the trailer plays. She is never interested in the computer, just where my hands are and they better be scratching her head or the spot on her back right by her tail.

Today however I discovered that Tasha cannot wait for the movie Ice Age 2 to be released. For the first time ever, she sat up, stared at the screen and watched the entire trailer. I followed her eyes and she was seriously watching that little rascal try and get his acorn out of the ice glacier. And just when I thought she couldn’t possibly know what she was watching, the title of the movie came in and she settled back down for me to pet her, knowing that the trailer was over. Hmmm…

Then after having enough of me (and she tells me this by attacking my hand) she fixated on one of my hair rubberbands for a few minutes before executing her plan to pick it up in her mouth, carry it over to a corner of my room, and play with it for the next 45 minutes. God I wish I were a cat.