Me? All I want to do is veg out on the couch in the hours before bed to watch some TV, catch up on tweets and Instagram posts, and perhaps edit some photos of my own.
But there she is, tail wagging casually, soft growls to gather my attention back to her, ears down and eyes wide, clearly unsure why I wouldn't want to throw the toy across the room for the 50th time that night.
Later, I might fire up the desktop computer to pay some bills and check my accounts. And once in bed, I might stay up for awhile, my tablet illuminating the dark as I watch episodes of This Old House or continue my slow play-through of Final Fantasy III.
And I'll often wonder: Does this little creature ever wonder why her people stare at glowing rectangles so frequently? But really, I know it's me wondering if I spent too much of my life staring at glowing rectangles.