It is official, I have lost the touch.
Maybe my fingerprints rubbed off.
Maybe the glass of technology doesn’t respond to my touch, because I am no longer human. The sensitivity needed to power my phone has vanished.
I think of this lack of clear communication, and I wonder how Puppicasso deals with technology. I don’t think an Ipad is paw-sensitive. His paws lack qwerty skills. A mouse to him is something that cats eat.
In protest of these human technological requirements he is going very old school – Elizabethan in fact…
In letting his natural sense of style come through today, his counterparts are drawn to his charismatic fashion sense…
Puppicasso’s technology-free morning is complete, but I am not going to be the one to tell him that his inner microchip always keeps him under technology’s grasp.