(They say that’s Felix, but it’s actually a Loulou lookalike…haha)
I was watching mama’s morning ritual, and it occurred to me that after a nice breakfast with papa (mine is cod, salmon, or trout en gelée from that box with my picture on it), she heads straight for the computer (that is, if she is not making a focaccia to be ready for the neighbor who is letting us traipse through his attico apartment to get to the roof so mama and papa can watch Game of Thrones and the pathetic Roma soccer team who seems to be selling all their best players like Marcos Aoás Corrêa known as Marquinhos—are those guys out of their little pea minds?) and has a sort of anticipatory look on her face as she checks her email and comments on what I write and so on.
BUT…is the internet a drug? That’s what I want to know. Because something you do every day over and over and get a kick out of and then goes on the blink or shuts down or needs a guru to come get it back on track, in short, is removed from the user, is possibly addicting!
Possible side-effects of not having a computer up and running for a few days—make that an hour—make that 10 minutes:
1. In mama’s case, wandering around with blank look on muzzle wondering what to do next. Possibles: calling old friends and actually SPEAKING to them, cooking, reading, drawing, thinking, gardening, writing ON PAPER WITH A PEN…
2. Sudden anxiety: what if, what if, what if I don’t have my computer to write my Loulou blogs? What if I can’t look up things on Google? What if I can’t Skype my far-away kitties in other countries? (Actually, mama is too vain to Skype anyone without turning off the camera, but she does like to see everyone else, and so do I, even if they do look off into space as they talk so that you think they are actually looking at something over your shoulder and keep turning around to see what it is; I happen to look great on Skype, sort of like a tuxedo tiger).
3. Possibly all of us eating more chocolate to still anxiety (well, not me, but maybe a little taste off a finger).
4. Mama and/or papa possibly pouring more wine (if it’s past 6PM) to still anxiety. (I would need extra kibble, that’s for sure.)
5. Mama and papa possibly having a battibecco (Italian for squabble—great word) about when the guru will be finished and when one might have one’s drug back again so that anxieties can be stilled once more and life will go on as usual without possible intellectual and life enhancement that one actually found very interesting during the shut down (excluding the battibecco!).
If this is not drug addiction behavior, I don’t know my mouse from my ball of yarn.
So mama is allowing me only a certain time on the computer, because she saw my eyes glaze over when it wouldn’t work properly and she heard me myowing all around the house, looking for another working machine and papa shut his office door so I couldn’t use his.
Cat abuse! Cat abuse!
Ah—a sudden lighting up of the screen! A slight whirring noise of the hard drive!
Back in business, and here I go…
But take it from me…I was almost ready for rehab.
Che stress!!!! (That’s Italian for “whew”!)
