Fred is the most wired cat I know.
She has absorbed the fact that my laptop is constantly on, and feels it is her sworn duty to keep it busy when I’m off doing something else. She’s relatively well-behaved when I’m writing; she’ll simply sit on my chest and keep an eye on the screen and proofread for me, or point out when a scene is going wrong. When I close my word processor and move on to some other activity, however, there are no holds barred.
If I’m playing a game like World of Warcraft, for example, she’s right there with me, front elbows resting on the trackpad and eyes fixed on the action ahead. The other night when I parked a character in Honor Hold and abandoned the laptop for a few minutes, I came back to find my screen resolution changed, several mysterious messages typed into guild chat, all my bags open, and my poor character running across the surrounding desert at half health, with a train of five pigs attacking. She’s particularly on the alert for gnomes as she watches me play; if she sees one cross the screen, she’ll lunge and bat they away, a ferocious gleam in her eyes.
I’ve come back to the computer to find applications open that I definitely had nothing to do with. Once she managed to find the keypad combination (I don’t even know what it is!) to open Front Row, so she could listen to my music. She runs Google searches for me on a regular basis, usually on random topics that interest her, like F\\\\\\\\\\\FFFFFF (I think it’s hacker language).
And then yesterday, while I was making dinner, she parked herself on my keyboard and began sending instant messages to my friends. One of them was something like ten lines long and consisted entirely of random gobbledygook . . . or she’d have me think. Because at the very end of the last one, right before she pushed the enter key, she typed, and I quote: j/k.
As in just kidding.
Don’t tell me she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
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