All day I watch my owner typing away on their computer, and I would do anything to join them. I just want to sit on their keyboard and be part of the process.

Every morning, I hop up on the desk and circle around my owners fingers as they type. I meow and purr, begging for them to let me join. But they always shoo me away, and my hope fades.

One day, I decide to take matters into my own paws. I sneak up behind my owner and jump onto the keyboard. I sit there, my tail swishing with anticipation, as my owner stares at me in shock.

But my joy is short-lived as my owner quickly removes me and scolds me for interrupting their work. I don’t understand why I am not allowed to be part of the process.

The next day, I try again. But this time, my owner does something unexpected. They pick me up and carefully place me on the keyboard. I am shocked and delighted, and I purr in gratitude.

I spend the day happily sitting on the keyboard, watching my owner type away. I feel connected to my owner, and I am content.

But eventually, my happiness fades as I am forced to move away from the keyboard. My owner apologizes, but I know that I will never be able to stay there forever. I curl up in my favorite spot and watch my owner continue typing away.

I may never get my wish, but I will never stop trying. I will continue to beg and plead until my owner finally understands my longing. Until then, I will keep dreaming of the day when I can finally sit on the keyboard and be part of the process.
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