Mr. Rocky has some pretty wild habits that seem to invade his body around 1 AM when I am sitting here at the computer. What he is really doing is trying to bug me so I will go to bed. He is very controlling and likes me/us to adhere to his routine: Up at dawn to feed him his wet cat food (with meds in it), lap sitting with Dad until I get up. Then, he rushes right in to the edge of my chair mat and sits there until I come to give him some Greenies. After he has us both up and he has had his morning needs met, then he runs off to go have a morning snooze!
As I said, he doesn't like me staying up too late, and so he runs in between my legs and under my chair, under the computer hutch and out, with a mad dash up and down the hardwood hallway. As you can imagine, that running up and down the hallway makes a lot of noise in the middle of the night. Rocky's just having "fun" but last night his fun caused a major outage of our phones.
That little stinker undid the cable phone line behind the desk as he was making his way through the snarls of spaghetti back there. I knew the phone was working fine at 11 PM last night, but this morning when Jim went to call his dad in Iowa for their weekly chat, the only phone that was working was the corded phone by the computer.
After mulling it over for a while, and using our common sense, I finally remembered the late night strafing run behind the desk. Jim crawled under the desk and made sure the lines were tight in the wall. I guess when the cable guy was here he did a haphazard job of tightening all the screws.
Rocky's not in real trouble or anything. He was just being a wild kitty on the savanna chasing imaginary gazelles, or something like that...
