Today we went to see Stuart Little and were gone for the better part of the day as I also had to buy the latest in Cat oriented mysteries. We got home after 6:30PM and I had Mandy grab the cats and lock them in my bedroom so that we could bring the replacement microwave in through the front door. This is a major crime according to the cats. Worse, I did not share my Big Mac with them, but offered them fries instead. BAD MOM.

I came in here to listen to a new CD and check out the mail, not knowing that nemesis was waiting for me. I sat down at the computer and had called up the news groups when I heard a low pitched growl. I looked around, no cats, no kids, wasn't my stomach, no idea who or what it could be. I was clicking through the latest in rec.cats.misc, when I heard the growl again. I looked around, no cats, kids or stomach growling. Strange, couldn't be the CD player, wrong kind of music. I ignored it and went back to the newsgroup, but didn't have to wait long for it to start again.

This time I got up, looked around the room, under the bed, in the bathroom and even in my closet. No reason for there to be any growing noise. I was almost back at the computer when I found the cause of my tribulations. Tanada was sitting on my chair having logged me off the internet. Sitting on the floor, looking interested was Berfert. No QC, but she was probably around. I reached out to shoo Tanada off the chair, and she growled at me again. The cat didn't want to give up the chair. So I let her have it and went into the living room to see what the kids were doing. The cat followed me.

I walked back into the bedroom and found Berfert sitting on my chair. He let me pick him up and move him, but I gotta wonder why the theatrics. Were they mad at me? Did they love/hate the seventies so much that they had to listen to, or keep me from listening to, a Partridge Family CD? Were they just interested in the computer? Were they disappointed because there were no new stories from Yowie, Dave Yehudah, Mike Edwards, Hazel, or Dave Gerecke? Were they troll hunting? What's up here? Any ideas?

Copyright © Pam Shirk
January 15, 2000