I sat upon my owner's lap and stared intently at the screen of her computer. She was watching some kind of video that I found most interesting. After a while, my master turned off the video and shooed me off her lap so that she could stand. I explained to her my disproval, and several fine reasons why we should keep watching the video, but she didn't understand, as usual. Humans are such morons. I chased her into the kitchen, and strutted around her purring, allowing my long whiskers to brush up against her bare legs. She giggled, but still would not regain her seat at the computer.

My pencil flew across the paper. It bounced and danced as it depicted details of a fantasy world.
My wrist ached, but though it tried, it couldn't convince me to stop writing. I was in the zone.
"Just a few lines more…" I told myself, but then a few lines later I whispered,
"Just a few lines more…" and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.

When I was your age we used video tapes
TVs were square and fat
We had to rewind after every viewing
You should see how long it took to do THAT

You'd say the video games were primitive
DVDs were strange and new
Cell phones didn't have all those neat gadgets
Kids your age who owned them were few

iPods hadn't shown up yet
But Furbies were all the rage
The cool kids played with Polly Pocket
Gameboy was a fave