If you have
been reading Houghton Lake Adventures you'll probably remember that I
purchased a Kindle Fire 7 a couple of weeks ago, mostly for the
purpose of reading free classic books on Amazon. So far it has served
that purpose admirably.
I enjoy reading
in the evening when I retire to my bed. I generally lay on my
stomach and prop the Kindle up on the headboard. Sometimes I lie on
my back but normally I lay on my stomach.
I have two
cats; one male, one female. The male is known by several names
depending on his mood. Usually I call him Pretty Boy.
Now Pretty Boy
is a big orange tabby tomcat and he likes to sleep with me at night.
When I go to bed he joins me. After walking back and forth between my
Kindle and myself he'll sit down to the right, then scootch up as
close as possible to the edge of the reader and ever so slowly lower
his head toward the other side.
I move the
Kindle to my left until it is perched on the very edge of the bed.
Again I have a clear view of the 7” screen. The Kindle Fire 7, like
other tablets has a touchscreen. When I want to turn the page I just
tap or swipe the screen. I suspect Pretty Boy knows this and occasionally bats
or swipes the screen with his paw. He places his paw on the screen and the page turns several times. I
get angry. I shoo Pretty Boy away.
A moment later
he comes back and lays down with his backside facing the Kindle. I
scratch his ears. He swings his tail in a circle like a pitcher
winding up for the fastball. Thump. He hits the screen. The page
turns but I can't tell if it went forward or backward. I try forward.
Thump goes the tail. Pretty Boy purrs. I search for
the lost page, but I can't remember what I read last. Back, back, back to a
page I remember reading. Going forward, rereading each page until I finally reach my previous place.
Pretty Boy
looks at me. He smiles and purrs loudly and before I can chase him
away...thump, thump, thump. He gets off three lightning quick shots.
A real gunslinger shooting from the hip. I scream. He yawns, stretches and begins to clean his tail. Then he kneads my brand new bedspread comforter with his claws. Finished he moves away and curls up on the other side
of the bed. Gotta love 'em.
Until tomorrow,
Ken
