I have trouble to report. Last night LOUD Mom got the computer out to work on a chapter she’s writing for an archaeology book. When she went to turn it on, she noticed the computer was only in sleep mode. As she typed in the password, I ran to the desk and lunged for the keyboard. Maybe I could shut the computer off before she woke it up!
But it didn’t work. She caught me and put me in her lap, then proceeded typing. Up came the Skype window in all its glory. LOUD Mom yelled to Little Mom and asked her if she’d been using Skype earlier and could she close the program? Waiting with bated breath, I hoped LOUD Mom would just close the window without looking too closely. But of course not.
In walks Little Mom saying she hadn’t been on the computer in several days. Looking over LOUD Mom’s shoulder, they stared blankly at the Skype window with Ethel’s calls to Arnold, The General’s calls to Uncle Waldo, and, yes, Eggnog’s calls to Snoop Dogg.
“What on Earth is this?” LOUD Mom inquired. “I have no idea,” replied Little Mom. “Is that Snoop Dogg??”
In unison they both called upstairs to our person that’s away at college [who is home for the summer]. Great, let’s add a third human, I thought. Just what we need.
In walks our person that’s away at college.
“What?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
“Have you been using the laptop?” LOUD Mom inquired.
“Why would I do that? I have my own – and it’s nicer.”
“Okay. We’re just curious. Do you know anything about this?” LOUD Mom points at the computer screen.
Our person that’s away at college walked over to join us. I wanted to run and hide, but played it cool. Better to sit in LOUD Mom’s lap and purr than run and draw attention to myself.
All three looked perplexed as LOUD Mom proceeded to examine the address book and dig deeper into the call history. Then Little Mom pointed out that the dock indicated there were additional applications open. Uh-oh.
LOUD Mom minimized Skype and there, open on the desktop, was a folder full of photographs.
“Is that…Ethel?” Little mom asked sounding confused.
“Sure looks like it!” our person that’s away at college exclaimed. “Damn, that’s weird! And kind of gross. It looks like someone uploaded those pictures from my old phone.”
Now I’m starting to feel sick to my stomach. I use that phone to take pictures for my blog. What if they take it away?! And I hope they don’t find all of my blog files and folders! That would be TERRIBLE.
I knew Ethel shouldn’t be trusted to use the computer properly! This is awful. [And, as a side note, I should have listened to my reader, Scott, and made sure Ethel wasn’t sending Arnold compromising photographs of herself. Maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation!]
As the three clicked through countless pictures of Ethel’s gut flab, I started formulating an escape plan. And that’s when they discovered Steve’s Plenty of Felines account.
Maybe Ethel hadn’t been the one using the computer last? Maybe it was Steve? Sometimes I wish I was an only cat.