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It's morning. Or evening. Or some time of the day or night. I jump out of bed and in a little while I am at the computer.
One of my friendly cats, "Tia", saunters up to curl up on my lap...and as I type...walks all over the keyboard destroying any message that I am posting while triggering more than half a dozen Hot Key responses that I have yet to figure out how to reverse, things like deleting programs, etc.
So naturally I prop the keyboard vertically upended on its side edge like a skateboard...and of course Tia then rubs her face up and down the vertical rows of keys with her face like a scratching post, but to share the grease.
So I always upend the keyboard and turn the keys toward the wall when not in use...just to be sure.
One of my friendly cats, "Tia", saunters up to curl up on my lap...and as I type...walks all over the keyboard destroying any message that I am posting while triggering more than half a dozen Hot Key responses that I have yet to figure out how to reverse, things like deleting programs, etc.
So naturally I prop the keyboard vertically upended on its side edge like a skateboard...and of course Tia then rubs her face up and down the vertical rows of keys with her face like a scratching post, but to share the grease.
So I always upend the keyboard and turn the keys toward the wall when not in use...just to be sure.
