The Keyboard Caper

Good Morning,

It is barely still morning.  According to Adullamite, sleeping ‘til  almost noon is acceptable.  This will be fairly short and maybe not so sweet. 

I’ve heard of “the dog ate my homework” excuse, but I never thought I would ever use it.  Jerry has my computer set up in the living room so I can use the TV as my monitor, which is really nice.  I’m more comfortable, and the TV has a great screen.  I waited most of the late evening (or really early morning) to work on this—only to be put off by three of our critters!  You see, I throw a towel over the keyboard so the cat hair won’t be so bad on it.  Well, the cats have found a way to make the overall situation worse.  Oh, the build-up of cat hair is indeed less of a problem, but one of the cats is almost always sleeping on the towel on top of the keyboard now.  Mama Kitty (a.k.a. Miss Callie) is the one usually claiming the spot as her own, and this was the case this morning.  Let me tell you, Mama Kitty does not give up her spot without a fight, and making my quest to keep you all informed of all of the fascinating developments in my life even more difficult was having Trixie sleeping under the little table that holds the keyboard and Grayson sound asleep on top of my feet.  1, 2, 3 strikes and I’m out.  The only reason I’m getting to use the keyboard now is that the conspirators are having breakfast, and they think they’ll starve to death if they have to wait another minute.

No, I do not think I am being paranoid by thinking that they are ganging up against me, and I may have proof by not having any pictures of the scene of the crime.  Hey, I watch a lot of crime shows, with Forensic Files being one of my favorites, and in every episode, they talk about pictures taken at the scene of a crime being crucial to the conviction of the guilty.  The trouble is that our critters are also watching these shows, and when I went to take a picture of Mama Kitty sleeping on top of the keyboard, she won’t go near it.  I even picked her up and put her on the towel, and she ran off like I had put her down on a hot stove!  I really need to keep a much closer eye of her.  Yeah, you would think that our pups would be eager to rat on her, but they ain’t saying a word.  I’ll try to write more later if I can.  Mama Kitty is staring me down.  It seems I messed up her bed, and the camera is nowhere to be found.

CYA,

Arlynda