adventures in feline attempts at wireless networking So, my cat likes to climb on things. She's a cat, that's what they do.→[More:]

I was sitting on my bed reading a book and she jumped on my computer. I yelled her name, she gave me the "oh, not a chair? sorry" look and got down, and then... *beep*
"A network cable is unplugged"

See, problem being, I don't have network cables. Wireless. No cables. See the problem?

So, I reboot.
cable unplugged.

I shut down, now nearing panic, and make sure the network card is in the slot. yep.
reboot. same thing.

repeat, oh, twenty or thirty times, in between rounds of attempting to get the d-link software to open (still won't) and hunting for the install disk (God only knows...).
I'm now near tears. (see, this is why I need therapy. my thought at this point was that the card took a dump and I'd be sans internet until Saturday when I could get a new one.) The entire time all I could think was "this is what I get for having d-link, proprietary software doesn't even work."

Then, I figure I'll switch the cards around, since I've got a dial up in there, too.
And it works. But now the dial-up no longer exists. No great loss, I don't even have a landline.


But this leads me to one conclusion...


My fucking cat broke a PCI slot.


And, realizing that, I have a headache and a desire to hide under the covers.

Bonus cat story:
About a week ago at, oh, five am or so, I was blissfully unconscious. Until a loud crash in the living room sent me into a "oh no, we're being robbed" frenzy.
So I jump out of bed, grab my cell phone, and dash into the kitchen (my bedroom's off the kitchen) where I grab the bread knife.

Run into the living room fully expecting to see a friendly neighborhood crackhead loading up our video games and dvds into a pillowcase and determined that, even if I can't stop him, I'll make him bleed for it.

Only to see my cat perched on the now horizontal DVD rack, like a lioness basking on a fresh kill.