Kalia wrote: > I'm in the process of programming tomorrow's Berkeley contra and my desk > is covered wall-to-wall with a carefully-arranged layer of index cards. On > the left edge is, was, the program I had sorted out before dinner. I came > back in to take a look at it, carefully closing the door. My husband came > in to ask a question, leaving the door open. Shortly thereafter, Sam the > cat came flying through the air, skidding across the desk and sending cards > flying every which way. > > I have finally, with the doors closed again, re-created something like the > program I had earlier. > > This is another compelling argument for programming dances on the computer. >
I think not. Sam is trying to help you. The program you were putting together was, clearly, flawed in some important way. Cats know stuff. - Greg McKenzie
