Ok, so I am sure they would prefer to consider themselves helpers, however, most times we would say they are being pests or being a nuisance. Personally I think they're telling us to slow down, calm down, laugh a little, or they simply could be saying "Pay attention to me! I am most certainly more important than that telephone call with the irate customer!"
My brother telecommutes, and right now he's staying with us. With his pets, Chronic (picture above) and two dogs. Then there is my cat, Yummy, who feels he is the supreme being in the house and all must bow before him. Yeah right.
Chronic has a way of creating distractions and some frustrations for my brother. Quite often he walks across in front of the monitors or plops down on his mouse hand while trying to operate said mouse. Or walk across the keyboard. And there have been numerous incidents of him disconnecting the phone call when he's talking to a client.
Yummy, talks more than the other cats in the house. And when he wants attention or you to do something for him, it's usually right now with a vocal emphasis. Of course this serves most times to distract the client on the phone, as they will hear him meow and invariably ask what is that? Is that a cat? Quite often this diffuses tempers or stress. Sometimes it's simply annoying to my brother, because Yum is an impatient kitty, you ignore him the first time, and the second request includes claws.
Hmmmm, the dogs, now they are a different matter. Usually as my husband and I are at work, and my brother is busy working, I'll pen the dogs into the kitchen/dining area. This is to minimize the mess they can make (especially if no one is watching them or sees them ask to go out), and minimizes the barking at passing cars or persons out front. However, with Poppy snarling at anything she perceives entering her space out of the blue, it can be startling, and quite often the noise carries. Then there is the collie, Corny. Very needy boy he is. If he doesn't get his way, when he wants it, he whines, chuffs, and then barks. Not conducive for a quiet or calm work environment. He also has a habit of barking A LOT outside all the time.
Funniest thing though, while he thinks he's being the big bad protector of his yard, he'll dig at the wood slats in the fence trying to get at the neighbor's dogs he can't see, who most times instigate the barking melee. One afternoon, he had worked a couple 2 or 3 slats loose at the bottom, so next time he jumped on the fence he fell through. Well, suddenly he was out of his environment and his space. He just sat there and looked totally confused and wimped out while the neighbor's daschund chewed on him and told him off. Goofy dog. And he didn't seem to learn from that episode.
The old man, Lil'Shit must be having his second puppyhood. He sees just enough to distinguish shapes, and delights in bouncing like a puppy after the cats. And now it's become a game, but only one of mine play with him this way. The other hisses and ignores him, and Chronic just runs which delights him. He also has decided to chase feet. I swear he's gonna trip one of us and we'll fall.
It's quite the three ring circus round our house these days.
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