He’s asking you to leave that computer alone and pay attention to him. You are lucky he’s a cat and that that is his only way of demanding attention.
I had a “found” Schnauzer at one time. Since he was prone to having “accidents” in the house, I would always lock him in the kitchen when I went out. He quickly learned to squeeze through the bottom of the accordian gate that I installed to block the kitchen doorway. So, I put my typewriter case there to block the opening. (This was back in the late 1970s before home computers). I also was a reporter for the local newspaper and often attended late night meetings, dashing off my report early the following morning to meet my deadline.
One morning, shortly after we adopted this dog, I wrote up the City Council meeting. I left my typewriter on the kitchen table, blocked the gate, and dashed off to turn in my copy. When I got home, I found that that dog had jumped up on the table and POOPED on my keyboard.
Now, what do you suppose he was trying to tell me?
That he was previously owned by Maureen Dowd, for whom he ghostwrote.