I love cats. We've had cats since 1983 when my dad was forced to accept the passle of 13 cats attached to the rural home we were renting in nowhereville. Up until then, his 'allergies' always prevented us from having a cat.
That said, I have never had a cat remotely interested in any of my devices, keyboards or electronics. Possibly that is because, except for couches, chairs and beds our cats have always been trained not to jump up on things (it's a no-no for cats to be on the kitchen counter or any table).
The current cat is an orange/white tabby who ended up with us out of the blue. We got a knock on the door and two kids asked if we wanted a cat. My wife misinterpreted my look and said 'yes'. So, now we have another cat.
Which is fine. Turns out the kids were moving and mom was taking them door to door to see if anyone would take the cat (because he wasn't going with the family). They had tried to dump him in a park but he followed them home, which pissed off the mom.
So, a good thing for him. We spay/neuter all our cats so I didn't take their word for it when they said he'd been fixed. Their lie cost me $45. Oh well.
This cat's always got to be in the middle of things. He parks himself in a central location between everyone in the house, even if we are in opposite rooms. It's taken him a few years to get the fact that no one is going to kick him. I guess that was a thing in his former household. You don't want to pet him too much because of that as he turns it into biting you.
Here he is two years ago. Only difference now is he's probably a little bigger. His name is JJ. Not the name we chose, but the name those kids gave him.
