NOT A HAPPY TUESDAY, NOT REALLY

 

So, this was once upon a time - well, it was just last week, actually.
When the old computer and the new computer were shaking paws and chatting with each other.

They shared a lot of secrets.  Some secrets they kept to themselves.

And some secrets, they shared, but they hid them and mine Mommy hasn't

yet found where they are hidden.  She says "drats cats".

The little older one on the left is only a 10 and the bigger one on the right is 11,

and so the 11 year old is kinda sorta being a bully to that younger kid,

like kids do on the playground sometimes ...

So, the end result of all this is that sometimes,

mine Mommy sits down and does this, or that, or that or this,

until she looks at our windows (I am speaking here of regular windows,

the kind I bird-watch from, not the ones you capitalize that run on computers,

you know, Windows).  Our windows, up so high, 16 floors you know and she gives 

considerable thought to tossing both 10 and 11 out those windows

(if not jumping out them herself, which I encourage her not to do, as

I do need my meals and treats).

When that happens she ups and walks away for a long time,

decides NOT to post on my blog here, and NOT to visit your blogs,

and I sit in her chair, but without those opposable thumbs

I can't do much either.  

I just hope things return to normal before it's time for Boolatry, and

all t'other fun stuff that happens soon ... 

meow.