Humans need to get a life

Sporadically each day Tim comes into the home abruptly, usually waking me from my oh so precious cat naps as his giant feet creek the floor tiles (If I could speak his language I'd nag at him with "fee fye foe fum"). What I just do not understand is the amount of time any human being puts their head in a "book" or sits in front of one of those bright boxes, um, "compewter", something like that. They stare at those things longer than I can stare at anything! I have no problem with them staring stupidly into these items, but for goodness sakes, none of us lives forever! If I were to average the amount of time Tim sits in front of these items and subtract that from his total life-span he'd be less than fifteen years old in human years. Time well spent? Time will tell my furry and imaginably furry readers. Meanwhile sit in front of your time-consuming products while we cats snicker at your "time well spent"?