Rocket won’t leave my legs alone. Rocket is my parents’ cat – and she makes absurd sounds.
I have a purring, chirping, hopeful, Loving little black cat butting up against my legs as I wander the house, searching for a wireless signal. It seems strange that WiFi has become so common that even my parents’ neighbourhood is riddled with unprotected networks – but here I am, I’ve found a signal that stays pretty strong as long as I leave my laptop balanced on the breadboard. Sigh – it probably means crumbs in the intakes… I already melted chocolate all over it last night.
Note to self – laptop NOT a cookie tray.
