I mentioned on Facebook: my poor little iPhone 5S camera died earlier this year. The phone itself works, no cracks in the screen or other damage beyond cosmetic, but I’m pretty sure the cats played “Let’s knock things on the floor” with it, because one day it worked, the next it didn’t. And since I put it on my nightstand when I went to sleep and it was on the floor when I awoke, I don’t think I’m too far-fetched in my assumption.
I could’ve dusted for paw-prints, but after Feline CSI, then what? Cats get punished, human gets retribution via hairballs-in-the-shoes, soon enough it escalates into a living nightmare where cybernetic zombie monkey armies are hunting down sentients for the battery banks and atheistic anarchic road-warriors are raping and pillaging in the streets, all while the inhuman chthonic eye-moon watches balefully as civilization collapses.
It’s just a phone, people. It’s not that important!
But it is….