An email conversation with my mother, from tonight:

Mom: We seem to be having problems with the mouse. I don’t know why. It doesn’t seem to be the battery. I tried changing the battery and it wasn’t any better. Is there something for me to clean on it, or do I need a new one?

Me: Hmm. What is it doing? Not working at all, or are the movements jerky?

Mom: The movements are very jerky.

Me: Does it perform better if the wireless receiver (looks like a white mouse, kind of, down on the floor I think is where Jerry put it) is up closer to the monitor and by where you use it?

Mom: It was tipped over. I think that might have been Brutus. One day he was under there. That may solve the problem.

Me: Well, cats do like mice.

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I don’t know that that will solve the problem; I’ll probably look into it more when I go home for Easter. My wireless mouse has been giving me similar grief and I’m not sure what’s up. However, I find it sort of funny imagining my fluffy, now-overweight cat (Dad, you can say no to giving him treats even if he keeps bugging you for treats!) trundling around back under the computer desk, fussing around with cords and equipment.