Laptop Boy has been learning tons since he first set paw on my computer last week.
He has started his own game of Solitaire.
He has turned on the Microsoft repeat-key program.
Tonight, he searched on the letter “T” in Google Search. I presume he was starting to spell “Tigger,” but he was interrupted by a hand swooping down from above, grabbing him by the scruff, and placing him on the floor.
And while I’m quite sure that it is, indeed, the warmth of the computer that draws him—having caught him curled up behind the laptop, where the warm air exits the vents—it doesn’t seem to make much difference. This cat is learning frighteningly fast how to use my computer. I expect it’s only a matter of time before I find him sitting in my chair, watching my Battlestar Galactica DVDs. (He really liked the space battle in the first episode of Season Four. Couldn’t take his eyes off the screen the entire time.)
I think it’s a good thing that I leave him locked in my office while I’m up in NorVA overnight. Even better that I generally take my personal laptop and hide it before leaving. He won’t be able to do much with it closed.
I hope.
He’s progressing fast. At this rate, he’ll be ordering things online any time now. The first inkling you’ll have is when the FedEx driver shows up at the door with a big package addressed to Tig Yourish.
“Hand swooping down from above” — dea ex machina? I guess at this point, you’ll need one to keep Tig away from your machine!
He is beautiful. I’d sure love to pet him.
Yep, in no time he’ll be sending anger filled e-mails to known anti Semites. When the Feds show up you better have these images ready to help explain what happened.
Thankfully my Jack Russel terriers couldn’t figure out the password on my account otherwise, I’m be in the slammer right now.
So he can start a game of solitaire? Big deal, Meryl; I can do that. But can he win?
I’m a historian and author. I wrote one of my books, Crisis in the Southwest, on a laptop. Carlos, he wasa kitten at the time, kept walking across the keyboard when I was wtiting. I saved his remarks and arranged them as a poem and used it as part of the dedication. Here is “A Cat’s Poem: A Stroll across the Keyboard.”
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Za12QW
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Not bad for a kitten.
Heheheh. Thanks for the laugh, Bruce.
Tig was searching on “=t”. Heck, he even figured out search parameters.
Scary.
Wait till he starts a diary.
http://www.kittens-lair.net/cat-humor/cats-diary.html
Oh, man. I didn’t even think of that. I’m doomed.