I am sitting here while trying to permanently repair a chat laser at $ 1 and I wonder again when my priorities in life can actually lie. The laser cat was a free gift from a veterinarian, and what I found is that you cannot replace its three LR44 button cells without deactivating the miserable.
There are two buttons: one is a single -single switch momentary for laser power, and the other is a sequencer for a flashlight that will shine, then white, then alternate between blue and white like a French police car, then turn off.
I believe that it is this last button that forms the root of the problem, because I suppose that Natalie, the only user of the device, has not yet understood it and left the flashlight in one mode or the other after having amused its kitten, thus exhausting the factory batteries. I can finally make it work (I repeat as I type) but as a substantial part of the device is made of chromed plastic plastic, the life of the repair can be short.
I painted the laser button in red with the nail polish in color of Los Angeles, the color # 400, “Marilyn”. I suppose that the name should remind a Mrs. Monroe, who wore a brilliant red, but I doubt that she bought it from Dollar Tree like me.
(I should probably add that, like many so-called craftsmen, I have a large collection of strange nail polish colors. ‘Marilyn’ is useful for coloring the second hands on certain clocks, and white and green are useful for clock figures from cuckoo.
Apart from that, we are somewhat stressed this week due to an incontinent cat. Gemma, 16 and very loved, can react to the registration of two new cats here at the Institute. In any case, she has “baptized”, as Natalie says, the nuptial bed five times in the past few days. Natalie washed the vinegar bed clothes and Ms. Gemma heads for the veterinarian on Monday, thus confirming Natalie theory that pets never fall sick on weekdays *.
There is really no way to know what’s going on, because we have had the two new cats for two months, and now that. We moved into the guest room for the duration.
The three possibilities are (1) an infection, and we hope that is that, or (2) Gemma takes revenge for us to have other cats, or (3) She finally lost her mind with age, as he arrived at the late webster a few weeks ago. We are afraid that it is (2), which may be impossible to solve.
It also does not help that the small nose of natalie is severely out of the joint because time pretends to be spring. It even sucks on the slightest sign that winter is not infinite. I guess I haven’t improved things by saying no, that because of volcanic eruptions in Iceland, this is how things will be eternal. She looked at me.
Now, the fact that someone in my personality and my references have found a life partner (I hope) with this level of faith and humor must clearly reassure believers to miracles. My current theory is that someone central treatment inadvertently removed five pages from my CV, because I was blessed.
* You may think it’s Sunday, but it is really last Saturday due to the substantial delay inherent in the printed media.
Mark Kinsler, kinsler33@gmail.com, lives with his beloved Natalie and the three cats of our little ancient house in Lancaster.
This article originally appeared on Lancaster Eagle-Gazette: Kinsler: Old Cat reacting to new cats?