Mom has a new "thing."
Dunno what it's all about, but she's spent the last few nights parked in front of the tippy tappy lapbox tippy tapping for hours. No sewing, tippy tapping!
Tippy tappy, tippy tappy, tippy tappy... Then she runs to the other room and the other computer where she makes papers spit out of the printer. She looks at papers, draws squiggles on them, brings them BACK to the tippy tappy lapbox, does some more tippy tapping, then she throws the paper away!
Then she does it all over again!
Sometimes, before she draws the squiggles, she admires her handiwork while she eats.
There are papers ALL OVER THE PLACE! She has them piled on the desk, on the big table in the table room, on the coffee table, laying on the floor near the recliner, stacked up on the nightstand... you get the picture. Sometimes I see her rummaging through the various stacks. Then she'll find a piece of paper, and go back to tippy tapping.
Now, I've looked at those papers. There isn't anything special about them at all. Each one is just like the other. But hoo boy! Does she get her knickers in a twist if I mess up her stacks!
She says she's "busy" and working on a special project.
Frankly, I think she's lost her mind. I think she's obsessed. Last night I had to meow for a whole minute to get her to get up and give me my treats at treat-time.
I know I'm glad I'm a cat, but I think this is one of those times stronger action is called for.