This morning I woke to find THREE keys missing off of my laptop. I found one, (S), but the other two (E and F) are still missing. No doubt Gatsby (you might as well know his full name) batted them under the refrigerator or oven or somewhere equally unreachable by human hands, the little bugger.
I didn't notice any of this last night, when I came home from class after a long day. This morning I wondered why my computer was at an odd angle on the kitchen table, where I study, but I didn't think too much of it. I don't have Word on the iMac yet, so the laptop is where I'll write my paper. I've got an extra keyboard, but still . . . that's more I have to carry home to my folks' for Thanksgiving break. Grrrrr. No doubt he exacted his revenge after being subjected to my caterwauling (pun intended) on the double bass on Monday night.
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So beautiful and yet so evil.
Oh wow - he is gorgeous!
Don't you wonder what goes through their gorgeous little bonkers when they do this stuff? Lucky for him he's a hottie.
Sorry- that was me that deleted - I double-sent the same comment!
He truly is diabolical, FHH. Or just ornery.
Thanks, Robin. Yes, his cuteness makes everything more forgivable. Like certain guys.
Pretty fella who has the diabolical need to thwart your writing. And I say this from personal experience. The cat in my house is very annoyed that I do not provide a lap when sitting at a desk or the kitchen table, writing!
Yes, he longs for more attention, WW. I've since forgiven him since I found the missing laptop keys.
Those siamese critters are the worst...
I've forgiven him now that I've found all three keys again. Sort of. Now the "e" key is all funky, and I have to write two papers this weekend.
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