Growing up, we had a cat who loved to get smack-dab in the middle of whatever it was you were doing that detracted from your ability to pay attention to her. If you were reading a book, she’d come sit on it. If you were typing on your laptop, she’d sit on that. Whether she was trying to discourage your activity or just asserting her desire to have “together” time, she was a little awkward to work around.
Seems like I’ve graduated from that to this:
Sorry — did that sound like complaining? I’m not actually complaining.