I'm aware of this as it took 12 meows, 11 headbutts to his arm, and one nibble of his hand before he put some chicken out for me.
He seems to be tapping away at his keyboard, staring straight ahead.
I have decided that he probably needs my help, so - after flapping at some envelopes with my paws - I have chosen to stand guard and watch over him.
I'm sure that, with my help, he will no longer be busy, and will be free to scratch my ears.
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