You are home alone. Comfortably so.
From the other room you hear what sounds like the printer starting up…all on its own.
You walk a little cautiously towards the printer and indeed notice it has begun to click into the print mode – that familiar sound that is never spooky in the least…
You look over towards the sleeping cat who is now wide eyed staring at what seems to be a spot slightly above your head.
Eyes trained on staring cat you edge towards the printer as it begins to churn out paper after paper….
Cat remains transfixed on spot above your head…printer is printing what seems to be a list of sorts with instructions on it.
I am home alone. Now not quite so comfortably so..
I realise his stare is his psychic transmission for me to get his lunch and my lack of response required a physical manoeuvre on his part to get the message across…
As the printer finishes its unexpected production I call my husband…
“yeah, I ‘m still at the library…did the printing job come through?
Remember I told you how we can send a print job to it through email”.
Yes it did.
No I don’t.
I’ve got to go…Junipurr is hungry….
A day at the home office…