Lady Chatterley's Lover
Spectacular Japanese dicentras

The cat killed my laptop

Mr Duffy meditates on his crime. Image: © My computer is dead. The handsome Mr Duffy got himself locked in the home office in the middle of the night - long story – decided that the only way to get out was to tear around all over the furniture like a mad thing. And he knocked a large external hard drive and the laptop off the desk. The laptop fell on the hard drive and its keyboard is bashed in. Now, instead of that reassuring Mac chime – all it did was make a plaintive little squeak, and died.

Of course, my back-up using Apple’s superb Time Machine is right up to date – but the standby machine is too old to run it. I can’t access my files until the new machine arrives. And some crucial software I use every day is too new (even though it’s not THAT new) to run on the old machine.

So for the first time in ages I feel cut off from the world – I’m a writer, I don’t use the phone, I write. And I get used to the email software pulling email addresses from the address book and never needing to remember them – but that address book is not now accessible. So if you’re waiting to receive a response to an email – I’m sorry, as of now I can’t access it and can’t remember your email address.

It sounds feeble, doesn’t it, the cat killed my laptop. Like that old schoolboy standby: the dog ate my homework. The dog ate my homework. Image: ©Ingham Intermediate School District (Came across this cartoon showing an alternative solution!) Talking of homework excuses, I remember a kid in my class at school arriving at school on a sunny summer day drenched from head to toe and with an empty school bag: he said he couldn’t hand in his homework cos his bike had hit a rock as he cycled along the river and he’d fallen in and his homework was swept away. Wouldn’t you rather just do the homework than deliberately ride your bike into the river?

Off to see the insurance company now…


Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

jodi (bloomingwriter)

Yikes. Not good, Graham. At least you're a wise person who uses a Mac and is faithful with Time Machine. I have worried about the bad boojumses (there are seven feline furballs) in our house doing something similar, but I shut my office door at night/when I'm not in it just to help prevent such incidents. Even so, stuff happens. Spunky Boomerang drowned a mouse (of the bluetooth type) a while ago by spilling my coffee on it when he leapt up for attention. The mouse didn't like caffeine and got very erratic, and finally needed replacing.


This has not been a good week for Mr. Duffy. The day after he murdered the laptop, he then proceeded to throw up all over my antique inlaid rosewood sideboard, which was not noticed for a few hours, by which time the (formerly immaculate) finish had been damaged.

It's a good thing we love this very expensive cat. The best that can be said of him today is that he is at least an equal-opportunity destroyer. He got us both. And he also sent to its demise a mouse (real, live, not computer-related) in the middle of last night.

Patty Hankins

Sorry to hear about the problems caused by Mr. Duffy. I'm hoping none of my cats try to follow his example. Currently they seem to be content just getting fur in my photo printers.

Graham Rice

Yes, Jodi, I always keep the door closed. But Mr D was pounding around the house in the middle of the night, rattling closet doors and generally being infuriating. I got up about the fourth time and happened to open the office door to leave myself a note for morning. He must have snook in.

And yes, jude, shame about the sideboard but you did a great job repairing the finish.

And one thing, Patty, about moving from slides to digital photography - no need to keep cat hairs out of the slide drawers.

The comments to this entry are closed.