Y'see I got this card thing in the mail the other day. It said I have a package waiting for me at the post office. It didn't say who it was from, so my human says that means I must have a secret admirer. Superexcited because I love getting mail and I really love having admirers.
Thing is, whenever we get one of these card things from the postal people, it means our package will be held hostage until after 11am the next day. Totally sucks, but I waited. Tried to be patient. All that. And then yesterday, just before 11am, my human had some sort of iPad crisis.
A crisis so major, the geeks at our local Planet Best Buy couldn't fix it. SO big that it took not one, but TWO trips to the Apple store to only kinda sorta but not really fix it.
Of course by the time my human was finished swearing at the iPad, her gimpy brain was about to implode. And the post office was closed. So, the package is still being held hostage and my secret admirer is still a secret. When I kinda whined about it, my human snapped and said it's Steve Jobs fault, I should go whine to him.
(she was a lit-tle bit grumpy after all the iPad drama)
I don't know who this Steve Jobs guy is or why he's messing with my mail, but my human promised not to touch any new technology until *after* we go to the post office today. I'll keep you, uh, posted...
** UPDATE! **
6:29pm. I waited allllllllll day and we just got back from the PO office. My secret admirer is awesome! And is named Bellatrix (hi Bellatrix!). I'm too busy eating my package right now to get into all the tasty details. Full story tomorrow.