Coffee break

I work irregular hours and I'm undisciplined by nature, so I often struggle to find a routine. That's why I actually enjoy working a night shift every once and a while. Take today, for instance. I woke up, made myself a pot of coffee and had one of my mom's apple cake muffins, which I brought home from a visit yesterday. (Even better the day after.) I was getting ready to post a few Paris street style photos, before getting started on some real work, and then this happened:

Oh hi, insane cat I share my apartment with, I wasn't using that laptop or anything. Go right ahead and press the exact combination (command+control+option+8) that inverts the colors on my screen, leaving me confused and frustrated for ten minutes, until I decide to Google, "The colors on my Mac are suddenly weird" and figure out how to turn them back.

No, no, no, tugging at my drawstring with your sharp claws is bad. Now, I will pick you up and put you on the floor, because you're annoying me.

And then, you will jump right back on the desk, smack into my magnetic board and tip it over. Startled, you'll leap off the desk, knock over my full cup of coffee, spilling it all over the floor. It's everywhere, even on his guitar (shh) and I will likely smell coffee in here for days, despite the fact that I broke out the Swiffer.
That's why your nickname is The Monster.
Sigh.