Mom's computer died a rather serious death. Skipping all the computer jargon even our computer doctor had a difficult time of it. Mom did indeed go through a few withdrawal symptoms. She quickly got over it with my determined nudging towards the beautiful outdoors and the spring weather that coincided with the computers death.
Our days have been filled with the gentle breezes of spring, sunshine, birds singing and lazy afternoons watching butterflies flitting from flower to flower. I will say again dear furiends it's been glorious.
Mom picked up her computer yesterday and with the return of that evil, loathsome Pandora's box once again "It" was the center of my Mom's attention and the bane of my existence.
As I lay on my bed by Moms desk she working on that evil device the computer, I began to imagine a plan of retribution. The longer my hooman spent time with the computer (my now archrival), the more I could see my plan working.
Over the years I have noticed Mom's extreme attempts to keep fluids away from any part of that hated machine "the computer". First I thought of dragging my water bowl from the kitchen to the computer here in the den and "accidently" spilling it onto that odious box that is a black hole soaking up all my hoomans attention. My rational side took hold before I attempted that idea, realizing Mom could possibly catch me in the act. That would be a difficult one to explain. Then came my most brilliant idea to date. I have an inexhaustible supply of water at my disposal. Why I have accidently wee'd scratching up a nice bed in my blanket on occasion. (That's our secret now pawfuriends. I wouldn't want that kind of news to get out).
I decided upon my course of action and am now simply waiting for an opportune moment carry out my plan and have my Mom all to myself once again. I have seen life without a computer and I for one am going to do my best to get that back.
I ask you, dear furiends shall we pee on our hoomans computer?
Love, Molly and my Mom