We had a thunderstorm the other night so I turned off the computer, having heard from a friend of mine who has writer’s block that lightning will shoot right up the cable into your house and fry you while you’re working. I’m not so sure this is true, but why risk it? The problem is that I forgot to turn the machine back on after the storm and when I went in to use it, there was Ted.
mr big caught me at the computer
i was just standing on the keyboard
nothing would work
i know what you’re up to teddy bear
says mr big in that patronizing voice
you’re locked out of the computer
you need the password
password?
you’re telling me there’s a password?
i don’t do passwords
i’m a cat
it took years for me just to realize i had a name
let alone that it was ted
not that i’ll answer to it
like some dog
but don’t you worry says mr big
the password is simple
just type in P%f4a2$6X
followed by TEDDY’S A GOOD BOY
in all caps
and then he just stands there to see if i’ll react
tick . . . tick . . . tick . . .
you don’t outstare ted the cat my friend
finally he cracks and says
just kidding
there’s no password
whereupon he turns the computer back on and
now it works
all this may be hysterical if you’re mr big
but not so hysterical if you’re me
or my fans
unlike mr big
who has no fans
i have fans
they are my posse
and if you mess with me again like that
they’ll kick your P%f4a2$6X
Ted’s posse, by the way, is on Facebook. Just go to “Ted the Cat.”
Ted the Cat (1994-present) is a domestic shorthair blogger and vers libre poet. He also enjoys sleeping, eating, and lurking. Ted the Cat co-habits with Kaze,
also a blogger at 317am.net.
