If you’ve ever owned a cat, and you’ve noted that my 2 youngest have each adopted a kitten, you’ve probably been waiting for this.
Smokie, my son’s cat, has started to learn to type. Like all good cats, she sees a keyboard as a place to recline or something on which to dance. Given it’s height above the floor the keyboard also makes a great location from which to pounce on her sister.
If there are some strange errors of the sort that a spellchecker might miss, please accept that as Smokie’s contribution to the blog.
I don’t expect to be writing much else today since it’s moving day for my older son and I expect to be otherwise engaged in that activity for the rest of the weekend. Better him than me.