Though I remain more of a dog and bird person, I occasionally visit with a tabby cat named Felix. He’s an agreeable fellow; he hasn’t bitten me once.

I like to watch him look out the window as he takes in a glistening, green world full of birds and squirrels that he might love to chase if only he knew they were real. 

Instead, he contents himself with climbing contraptions and scratching posts and an adorable little toy that looks like a laptop. If only he was in the mood, we could both be tapping “keyboards” at the same time. 

The thing about cats, though, is that they’re seldom in the mood.