I went to supper. Not far away. Just down the hall. When I came back, after only 20 minutes, a gaping hole appeared in the area normally occupied by the two and three on my laptop keyboard.
Oh dear lord.
I needed to go online because Carol had begun a skirmish on twitter, recruiting "followers" on her blog. "On the subject of blogs... will ya'll click on mine & follow me? In a contest with @Scupperlout and we're dead even," she broadcast.
But wait, on twitter, one must have the @ sign. It is how someone knows you are talking to them and not the universe. I tried just pressing the blank area of the two, and it worked with some effort, but then I began to wonder if I could be electrocuted. Maybe it is just me, but that prospect didn't appeal to me.
I searched for the missing keys. I found one. Well, not one...three...not three, THE three. It was mauled. Little cat teeth protrusions stuck up like braille and it was bent. I balanced the three on the two to answer the tweets coming in like sheet lightning, but it popped off too fast.
The cats snuggled down in their beds beside the computer and pretended to be asleep, but I heard one snorting. Patting the carpet, I located the vagrant two and moved the three from the two and pressed the two into place.
Pop. Tinkle, tinkle, plop.
Back on the floor, the two hid behind the leg of the desk. Back to the keyboard. Pop, tinkle, tinkle, grrrrrrr. I tried the three in the two spot again, but that left the # sign still missing. Glue. Would glue hurt the keyboard?
Cats remained positioned in their beds, but occasionally an eye would squint open. I finally pushed very hard on the two and it remains, but askew. The three is a mess and is hard to use.
I am putting Hobiecat and Schooner on Craigslist, the vicious little beasts.