My Iphone went missing for about 12 hours yesterday which is to say, it stayed out all night without telling me where it was going or when it would be back. It finally showed up around breakfast time, nestled behind the sliding mirror door in the bedroom. That's as if it would expect me to believe it had been there all along, having landed there, perhaps on the second hop, after having scuttered away from the bedside table.
Like most people in unwholesome dependency, in my deprivation I was beside myself with panic and anger, somewhere between the second and third stages of grief when it finally stopped fooling around and revealed its demure presence. Whereupon it occurred to me to marvel as to how much cell phones resemble cats. And it's not just the occasional jarring squack in the middle of the night. No, far more general: cell phones like cats live with us only at sufferance, because (and for so long as) we attend to their needs: they only pretend to show us affection in little spasms of Turing-test mimicry that delude us into the cruelly erroneous believing that they really care. And somehow we can never begin to foresee and plan for the ungodly expense.
Now you'll excuse me while I go empty the litt--er, untangle the charging cords.
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2 comments:
Wait until you get an iPhone with Siri. Then "it" becomes a "she" and really resemble a cat!
Look pal, next time this happens, here's what you do. You go to your land line. You dial your cell phone. If you hear it ringing, it's in the house. Rinse and repeat as often as needed to sneak up on the phone, grab it in your claws, and bite its head off.
No wait a second, that's the cat. The cell phone you just need to put in the litter box. Oh, never mind.
Yours crankily,
The New York Crank
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