“Fred’s checking her email again,” is a familiar cry around our house. Ever since she was a kitten, our youngest cat has always made time to keep in touch with her friends and family over the internet. In the late afternoons when I’m done writing for the day, I’ll set down my laptop and walk away, and Fred will take over.
She’s not content to look at the screen and browse the web. No, Fred likes to put her paws on the keyboard and press as many keys as she can before hitting the return key and startling my friends with long and incomprehensible instant messages. She enjoys pressing the function key that will increase the computer’s volume and listen to the alert sound play over and over and over again at an ear-shattering intensity. She uses spotlight to search for and pull up the most obscure files lurking in forgotten corners of my hard drive. And when the lure of her email and chat buddies loses some of its luster, she’ll active the screen saver, swat at it to clear the monitor, and start all over again.
If I try to chase her away from the computer, she gets testy and complains that she’s not done and couldn’t I just give her a goddamn minute to check the auction house and pick up some gear for her night elf priest? I haven’t figured out how she’s become such a cyber-connected cat; she definitely has her own thing going on when she’s online, though. When the feds track her down for hacking, though . . . that's when I’m putting my foot down.
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