Mr. Maul

 Whenever, and I am serious when I say whenever, I am on the computer; here comes Mr. Maul.  He doesn't want a thing to do with me until I sit down and then here he comes.  I love it, I can hear his panting coming from the living room. He is so predictable.  He will first want on my lap to see if he can pound on the keyboard for a minute, when that is not fun anymore he squirms off my lap and under the computer where he pulls on the cords and attempts to shut off the red light that is the power button on the power cord.  The little stink!