Rudy likes the internet. Earlier, while I was on a conference call, he climbed up on my lap and licked an AOL popup ad that was on my screen. He also licked a small picture of Mr. T that was in a post on a message board.
Now he's laying down next to me with his head resting on my lap. Every once in a while, he stretches his head forward and licks the modem port on the computer a few times, as if hoping to connect.
Clearly, it's time to install a mini-PCI wireless network card in him, with his tail as the antenna.
