Fixing stuff, myself included…
The Luddite Kitty Strikes Again
But you said, Elliott no longer had computer access.
Unsupervised access, (see prior post) is what I said.
So what happened?
Abbott (the other luddite in the household, who does not hear well) was reading his newspaper in the computer room, while I was painting in the room across the hall. I heard, “beep, beep, beep… what’s that noise.” I dropped my fully loaded with alizarin crimson bush, and madly dashed into the computer room, but not quite in the nick of time.
Not quite?
Elliott, in the ensuing moment before my arrival upon the scene, had managed to rip two functions keys (7 and 8) and the number 9 key from the keyboard.
Maybe Elliott’s trying to tell you he can count.
Or, maybe Abbott needs a new hearing aid battery? While the madcap kitty may have been trying to communicate, I was not pleased, and no I did not punish the wild boy. However, new rules as regards the computer room have been established. One of which is: Abbott must keep the door closed, and Elliott out of the room, unless his only interest is in supervising Elliott, no matter what the headline says.
Did you put humpty dumpty back together again?
Yes. However, one must assume the size of a thimble and have tiny fingers to grasp the tiny springs and set them in their respective prongs. Even a paper clip is too big to use as a tool. This is no job for Mr. Potatoehead.
Were you mad at Abbott?
Only briefly. Now I call him agent 006, and Elliott is master spy 789.
“On the road to Mandalay
Where the flyin’ fishes play,
An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the bay.”
–Rudyard Kipling