So to tell you about my internet
August 17, 2017
I have been fixing my site since morning today. Every time the WP update runs, something on the theme has to run out of its functionality. Well it’s almost fixed now. Was a stupid plugin, which lost its compatibility. I had to deactivate all the plugins to restore a page and then reactivate one by one to catch the culprit. Thank Universe, it wasn’t an important plugin or I would have to contact the developer for solution. Phew…
Just made an egg and vegetable sandwich with loads of cheese and brought on my desk in my studio to eat with the intention of watching something on my Netflix but ah…the PTCL.
PTCL is the company I am using for my internet service. It has been driving me crazy for more than a year now but Mekel (my domestic partner) refuses to change it. He believes, it’s a temporary problem and it will be fixed. Well, if it keeps coming back, it’s not temporary at all. The service disconnects and connects as it pleases its way of getting humor out of my driven craziness. I admire the company’s sense of humor. In the time of economic crises (which are constant since Pakistan came into being), it is managing to laugh inaudibly at its customers who are under the impression of having an intermittent service one day in distant future when their next fourth generation will require no internet at all and there will be no load on the company to satisfy its customers. Yes, it will definitely work then.
While I am writing this, Fish is going crazy around me. I think it’s the cheese in the sandwich. Fish is a kitten that Emque (my daughter) rescued in June while I was in Europe. She is now three months old (I guess) as she seemed three weeks old when she was brought down from a wall where, I have no idea how, she was stuck on a height with no clue of using her instinctive feline skill of descend. When Emque sent me her picture on WhatsApp, she was half the size of her palm (not kidding). She is still very small for her age. I guess, in cat world also, there are cats that are called ‘petite figure’.
I love Fish. She is cute. Emque has spoiled her like a baby and now she is used to of climbing on her shoulder and putting her paw out and head down to sleep like a baby. This is how she likes going to sleep when her mom is around (Emque, her mom).
I rescued a month old kitten in May this year too (I guess this is the year which is giving start of me becoming a crazy old cat lady). He has been named ADHD and we call him AD (not assistant director but Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). He is way too hyper. He is now four months. He might not seem ‘pretty’ to you but I assure you he has great sense of humor. He makes us laugh all day. His face, ears and tail are dark brown (were grey before. Don’t know how the hell they changed). Body has a tint of brown on the back but mostly white. He is really cute. The patch on his face gives the illusion of sunglasses.
Then I have Prozac. No, not the antidepressant pill per se but a Persian cat. He is now three years. Was two months when I adopted him. First I was about to name him Garlic (I love garlic). Then Potato (I love potatoes) but then I said nahhhhh…he gives me happiness when I am depressed so I named him Prozac, my anti-depressant. He is a jano. A literal fluff ball. A typical Persian cat who believes he is a royal still living in his ancestral palace.
Ok, got to go now. Someone is losing his mind at my intercom. I have got to check who is in a life-and-death situation.
Parle bientôt !
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