Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous beastie — 16 Comments

  1. Now she can’t use her laptop until I buy a new mouse.

    It’s a female thing…or in my case a somewhat deranged female thing. The Bestes Frau gets worried if I don’t refer to a computer mouse as ‘Mr.Maus’ because I once was mouthing off at the laptop in that way one does if one is male ie “You pox doctor’s stringbag! NO I don’t have a note from my mommy,you microshitty MicroShit! Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don’t! ” and I refered to my ,then, wireless mouse as ‘Mr.Mouse’ and she thought that was cuuuuUUUUUuute.

    (actually what she said was ” süüüüüüüüüüüüüÜÜÜßßßß ” but that’s more special characters than is healthy for any one sentence.)

    GD, just got that weird craptcha screen again!

    • When I see reference to “MicroShit” I can immediately diagnose all your problems!

      You really have fucked up your ‘puter.  As far as I am aware, there is no captcha within a hundred miles of this site.  Are you sure Bestes Frau hasn’t messed with your equipment?  [*cough*]

  2. Perhaps the mouse was infected with a virus and the cat is actually a cyber security contractor.

    • Maybe so.  Herself is permanently convinced there’s a virus in her machine.  I spend my time patiently explaining that she’s pressing the wrong keys.  But maybe she’s right?

    • Ophelia was a it of a bitch all right.  Hurricane force winds overland aren’t that common here.

  3. You should employ the services of the Flaxen haired one. I’m getting skilled with the bow and arrow. I could sort out your rodent; cat; dog; and neighbour problem in a thrice. If I’m really drunk you get two for the price of one.

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