Miriam is fussy, and wanting attention, so I was letting her bang away on my computer.  I set it to Ravelry Radar, which constantly reloads new posts, and she thinks her banging away changes the images on the screen.  I get to read the new posts, best of all worlds, rightt?

Well, I didn’t realize that she pulled the power cable out of the computer.  The one that plugs into the wall outlet and charges the computer.

The next sound I heard was her screaming, then a pause, and cries like I’ve never heard before.  I look down and discover that she had the sopping wet cable in her hand.

Poor thing.

She’s fine.  Smiling and chattering away now.

It was her first electrical shock, but with her last name, it certainly won’t be her last.