Cats have weird habits. It’s really no secret, at this point. They’re a little like humans in their enigmatic capacities.
I don’t know if Tinkerbell is really against books so much as she views them as an open invitation to focus on her instead. Whenever we’re reading—particularly if we’re lying in bed while doing so—she uses radar senses to detect the smell of the paper, to hear the turning of the page, and sprints over from any corner of the house to visit. Then she’ll insert herself between us and the book, sometimes even crawling through the space between the book and our lap. If we try to move the book to see it, she’ll then move to block our view again, and she won’t rest until we pet her.
I don’t know if she just thinks books are weird, or if she’s so self-centered that she can’t stand the idea of us using leisure time focusing on anything but her, but it’s become clear that to her, time spent reading is wasted, and time spent petting is delightful.
I have no idea what I'm doing.