About a week ago, she dropped her phone in the toilet bowl at school (not disgusting, fortunately, but still: water). Its future looked grim.
With almost no expectation of success, she gave it a decent burial in a bowl of rice and went about her phoneless days. Time for the stoopy Human to pony up the cash for a new one, I guess. And not leave it in the back pocket of her jeans to go splash.
After the futile rice bowl treatment, the old phone got plugged into the charger and . . . nothing. So the Human tossed it in a drawer, bit the bullet and ponied up the cash--and a lot of it too--for a new Google Pixel 2 phone, which arrived a couple of days ago. It is shiny and sleek and delightful.
As she plugged it in to charge Thursday night, she saw her old charger and thought: Oh, what the heck. It's been a week. Let's plug the old one in more time and . . .
Suddenly, there on the dark screen, appeared the familiar charging icon. And didn't it just charge right up like nuffing ever happened! And now it seems to be working fine (except no data plan or phone service because she had already transferred all that to the new one).
Well, as a friend said in an attempt to console her, it still hooks up to the wifi, so it can have a new life as the world's smallest iPad, ha ha meow. The Human thinks she could probably have returned the new one, but she decided not to since she is not totally convinced that the old phone is going to continue to work purrfectly after its four-day sojourn in the drawer.
Humans and their silly machines.
Oh! and what has all this to do with these adorable paws, you may ask? She tested out the Pixel's camera today. My dangly feets look purrfectly kissable, do they not?