You probably saw my other post in "... Bitch," but, how many tabs can you open before your browser dies?
LOL
I still don't know what the cat did, lying across my keyboard, but I went back into "history" and found that every tab was loaded with a site connected with Comcast TV and associated links, such as On Demand, Rhapsody, television programs buy the dozens, scheduling, etc (It is easy for me to do that, because I have my browser set to delete all personal information upon restarting). She didn't just hit the same button 432 times, either, as if she was scratching like Helen Wheels. She hit a lot of different buttons in a short amount of time, just walking, plopping, then getting comfortable where she knew I would return.
The more I look at this thing. the more I laugh about it. cats may not be psychic, but they are certainly entertaining to have around.
Does your daughter have a cat?
I ask because my daughter has mostly tortured this tiny cat from the beginning (we got her when she was six weeks old. The cat is fully grown, spayed and seems to be getting fat and she yet weighs only about eight pounds)
I think that is a small cat - even though my last three cats have been gargantuan by comparison (the three cats i have had previously were all near or over twenty pounds - Blue was twenty two pounds of solid muscle and a hunter) and I may have developed a lopsided view of what size housecats are from taking on wild ones so many times, which were often cross-bred with miscellaneous wild cats, like bobcats, ocelots and cougars.
(the one I got as a kitten in the wild that grew too big for me to keep was surely a crossbred cougar kitten. She looked like a typical speckled cat, but grew so big, so fast, I returned her to the wild at around thirty five pounds and nine months of age. She was so awesome and loving and it hurt to push her away from me, but she turned out to be just too big - long story ...)
I believe Nena (our cat, my daughter named the cat and told us how to spell the name when she was just learning to read and spell, at age six) is a tiny, petite cat with my best judgment at call. (I hold out my fore arm and she sits there comfortably - from her butt against the inside of my elbow and her chest is four inches shy of my wrist joint, for instance) and yet they are great friends and torture each other constantly - my daughter squashes her and the cat bites and scratches, lightly. My daughter loves the feeling. She did the same things to the dog we lost a couple of years back. He bit hard, though and she liked that even more.
This cat plays chase, believe it or not. You tag her and and run and and she runs after you and and tags you. Then you chase her and she runs away, until she decides to let you tag her back. Then she chases you again. It is funny to watch!
I don't really play that much with her (I am her alpha and she needs re-assurance from me quite often), but she plays this way with both kids. My son get too freaked out after a while though (he is more sensitive to touch - my daughter requires harsh touch).
My daughter will play this game until the cat stops allowing her to catch her. It is often twenty or more minutes and my daughter has worked up a sweat.
I wish I could will everyone a cat like ours. She is so coooool to have about.
... sorry, I drifted a bit, but how many tabs can you open with your browser. Maybe we should make a game of it/ (kidding, i thrink)
