Wow, I am surprised to see how many new readers we have. Things certainly have changed since I started writing in January 2014.
In the old days, before The Doctor and I mastered telepathy, he simply left his office window open so I could slip in and use his keyboard.
One night, The Doctor was not home but his H. Sapien sweetheart was. She was asleep in the bedroom. I could hear her breathing. The sound was something between heavy breathing and a snore. Her breath sounds gave me confidence that she was sound asleep.
I flew in very quietly.
The H. Sapien that lives with the Doctor, in his giant nest on the bank of the North River, does not know about our arrangement. The Doctor and I had worked the details out several months before this particular evening.
The entire giant nest was dark. Pitch black in fact, except for the bluish hue glowing from The Doctor’s computer.
“Peck, peck, click, peck, peck, click, click, space. Click, peck, space, peck, back-peck.” Peck, tab and spellcheck.
The Doctor’s keyboard sounded too loud.
“Someone is looking at me,” I sensed.
I rotated my head with perfect composure towards the office door.
Sure enough, the big blond canine that lives there too, was staring at me. His eyes were that of a sleepy dog.
“Shhh”… Said I.”
And obediently the big blond canine “shhh’ed”.
“You’re not the brightest bulb, are you?”.
Unperturbed, with his big brown retriever eyes unquestioning, Marley left the office and climbed back on the living room sofa, where he was not allowed.
Hardly a sound was made.
I think Marley felt happy not to get caught on the sofa, just as I was happy not caught using The Doctor’s keyboard.