But first, a confession. I realize that I am a lousy monkey. A lousy cat. My curiosity gene is crippled. I am an abject acceptor of the
status quo. Did I think to go exploring and take a look at the "Applications" list when I first tried out my candy-color loaner Mac? No, indeed. I saw the display of program icons at the bottom of the screen and whined about missing my PhotoShop (among other programs.) Today, I finally did look inside -- and, guess what, yes indeed, there was PhotoShop, along with Word and many other apps. The full drill.
I suppose that if I hadn't been stuck inside because of the cold out there, I wouldn't have bothered to look inside the computer. Yes, it was another cold day in Prescott, hovering around the freezing point though the sun was bright. Even Max Cat thinks twice before he actually goes out the door in this weather. But his memory is very short term. After a period of window watching...
...it's time to plead with me to open the front door. Again. Out he goes. It's cold. He's back at the door, squeaking in his funny little voice to be let back in where it's warm. Sort of.
So the cat is indoors most of the day. When I visit the bathroom, he trots along because any beast with half a brain knows that water fresh from the faucet is better for a cat than stale old water in a dish. Better even than water from my glass.
And he opens the kitchen cabinet doors. Max can't stand closed doors. Once he discovers that a large oblong in a wall is a door that can be opened, he will sit by it, waiting patiently for a people door-opener to do his/her duty for the Cat.
Another excellent indoor activity for a confined cat: leaning on the keyboard while I try to do a little research. Note the papers (left) that he has completely covered with Max.
Did I mention the cat's hang-up on waste baskets? What he really wants to do is curl up inside; in the process of getting there, he spills the dang thing.
Tho I can't blame him for this mess I found on the front porch this afternoon. I had put the black garbage bag outdoors, planning to take it downstairs to the city receptacles. An hour later, I found this. Who? Probably the family of javelinas that's been hanging out in the neighborhood -- two adults and two little guys.
I suppose that if I hadn't been stuck inside because of the cold out there, I wouldn't have bothered to look inside the computer. Yes, it was another cold day in Prescott, hovering around the freezing point though the sun was bright. Even Max Cat thinks twice before he actually goes out the door in this weather. But his memory is very short term. After a period of window watching...
...it's time to plead with me to open the front door. Again. Out he goes. It's cold. He's back at the door, squeaking in his funny little voice to be let back in where it's warm. Sort of.
So the cat is indoors most of the day. When I visit the bathroom, he trots along because any beast with half a brain knows that water fresh from the faucet is better for a cat than stale old water in a dish. Better even than water from my glass.
And he opens the kitchen cabinet doors. Max can't stand closed doors. Once he discovers that a large oblong in a wall is a door that can be opened, he will sit by it, waiting patiently for a people door-opener to do his/her duty for the Cat.
Another excellent indoor activity for a confined cat: leaning on the keyboard while I try to do a little research. Note the papers (left) that he has completely covered with Max.
Did I mention the cat's hang-up on waste baskets? What he really wants to do is curl up inside; in the process of getting there, he spills the dang thing.
Tho I can't blame him for this mess I found on the front porch this afternoon. I had put the black garbage bag outdoors, planning to take it downstairs to the city receptacles. An hour later, I found this. Who? Probably the family of javelinas that's been hanging out in the neighborhood -- two adults and two little guys.
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