Computer death, cat logic and Bill Gates?

[Barbara]

Richard I am sure he heard you calling it a mouse- whaddya expect?

[RICHARD]

Richard I am sure he heard you calling it a mouse- whaddya expect?

Respect for my stuff?

[RICHARD]

Earlier in the week I found the mouse on the floor…..hmmmm….
I put it up and went about my business…Last night I found it, again, on the floor.
Back up on the desk. This morning I booted machine and noticed that the cursor would not moved in a manner as prescribed by the laws of computerdom….

Like WTF?….

I then notice that the case of the mouse is askew. I push the case back together and try again……nothing…nada….

I check the mouse ball….Hey, potty brain….not that kind…!

When I remove the cover I expect to see cat hair and dust bunnies……instead I get two small plastic pieces fall to the floor. ACK!

Mouse no more….

I look thru a box and find another Dell mouse with the neat wheel you can scroll with built in! Back in business!

But a small look over my shoulder, into the near past makes me realize that I may have had a hand into the demise of my really neat, Dell mouse-red light in the handle-wheel to scroll and nice easy click….

When I installed the now deceased mouse I was helped by my assistant---Ed D. His job was to inspect every step of the process ending with playing with the cord of the old
Dell-run of the mill mouse.

For “Gits and Shiggles” I hung the old mouse from the door knob and let the Edster have at it for a while. After my laughter and his interest waned, the old mouse went to the
Computer Pile In The Sky.

Could my sick desire to watch my best friend pummel an inanimate object lead
to the death of a perfectly good computer mouse?

If my conscious is any indication…..Guilty as charged.

For some cheap laughs and watching my best friend beat the tar outta a perfectly good mouse, I sentenced another perfectly good mouse to death.

This means that I am sentenced to a few months of tucking my mouse into an area where it cannot be pawed, clawed, dropped, scratched, scraped, bit, spit, chewed, torn, ripped, pulled, broken or wrecked.

Yes, I am to blame for the whole fiasco. Yelling at the Edster to leave the MOUSE alone probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do…..But, I did get him to stop using the keyboard as his own personal scratchpad……

I still wonder where that number 7/& key flew off to on the old keyboard…
I guess some mysteries will never be solved.

[momoffuzzyfaces]

After having a keyboard killed by the gang at my house, I put both the keyboard and mouse under lock and key. So far they haven't gotten the key and figured out how to unlock the drawer!!!

[Laura's Babies]

YUP! You taught him how neat is is to play with the mouse... SHAME! SHAME! Poor Ed, he didn't know the differance between the one he could play with and the one he couldn't.... You will learn to put it away now....

[catmandu]

Thank God, the Found Cats have never bothered with the computer.
I still think a Lady for a certain White Cat would give him something else to do , Richard.
Idle paws are the devils workshop.

[Freedom]

OMG, I want to see the video of the Edster beating up the so called OLD mouse!!!!

Yes, you are guilty as charged, and have to live with that knowledge for a while now, keeping everything out of paws' harm.