Forty-eight years ago today, Atari released Pong. Someone gave my dad the game several years later, I think when he quit Baldor to open a garage, and my brothers and I played it a lot for a while before we realized how monotonous it was. (You can play versions of it here.) Regardless, it was my introduction to video games. In high school, I spent a lot of time in the grocery store’s game room or at the Dixie Belle playing PacMan, Galaga and a few other games. We never had a game system other than that Pong game, but through the years, I moved on to a few hand-held games as well as game apps on my computer and tablet. Nowadays I spend too much time on my iPad playing Angry Birds and a few other games. When Luke was alive, he’d come and put a paw on my arm to let me know I’d been playing too long and that he wanted entertainment and food, or he’d lay on top of the tablet. He was never all that interested in any of those games for cats, and he didn’t want me playing either, hence the plopping on the tablet. Pretty hard to play through all that fur.
Some animals, though, well, you may have to pull the game controller out of their paws. Luke is rolling his eyes at them in heaven.
Serenity is a fuzzy belly 