Why...?

...just why does my cat insist on doing this?

This just happened.

Me: Ok, the rumblings of my tummy are getting too high to ignore. Time to get some food.
*comes back 5 mins later*
Me: Wha-... How...
Cat: *silence*
Me: Why is my computer acting all weird? Why are there ten new windows open?Why, oh, why is the drawing program closed...?!
Cat: Why are you looking at me?
Me: There is cat hair in my keyboard.
Cat: So?
Me: "So"?
Cat: Could've been anyone. Have you asked your boyfriend?
Me: My boyfriend who's at work? My boyfriend who is not a cat, and therefore does not leave trails of cat hair?.
Cat: Whatever. It's November, the keyboard was warm, I was cold. Besides, if you're daft enough to leave the room withut saving your drawing, I'm hardly the one to blame.
Me: But-
Cat. Moving on now. Food.
Me: What? No!
Cat: That was not a question.
Me: *hammering on keybord* Oh Lord, Photoshop isn't functioning properly...why can't I switch of the grid helplines? Just which buttons did you press?
Cat: Did you not hear me? Food. Now.
Me: Do I look like a personal slave to you?
Cat: ....says the lady who empties my toilet and thanks me when I benevolently allow her to pet me while bestowing my gracious purring upon her.
Me: *defeated. *

Well, he didn't really say those things.
But his expression did.
(And I still can't deactivate the grid- helplines.)