In the style of Keats write a short story from the perspective of a cat that just wants to sit on their owners keyboard all the time
Mr. Meow loved but one thing in this world—the warmth of his owner Jenny's laptop. Its smooth surface and quiet humming were as a siren song to his feline ears. No sunbeam could compete nor catnip mouse, only the laptop could stir his lazy bones from slumber.

Yet his love was doomed to be unrequited and troubled. Each time Mr. Meow nestled into the center of the keyboard, ready to soak in the heat through his fur, Jenny would pluck him away with an exasperated "Not again, silly cat!" She could not understand the depth of his affections and the sorrow he felt being denied the object of his desire.

One quiet afternoon, Jenny left her laptop open and unattended. Mr. Meow's heart leapt at the sight—here was his chance! With swiftness he hopped onto the desk and proceeded to stretch out in his heart's true home. But as he rolled over, his fluffy stomach pressed down on mysterious buttons and sticks, unleashing chaos. The laptop shrieked and shut itself, nearly trapping his tail, and Jenny came racing in. "Mr. Meow, you foolish creature, look what you've done now!"

Banished from the study, Mr. Meow could only meow his melancholy laments to the indifferent world. Misunderstood affection, alas, can be a heavy burden for a cat to bear.