Cat scan

Earlier this year, I got a nice Canon scanner-printer-all-in-1. For those who have bought the Best of CGE ’03 DVDs, this is what printed out the nifty (and ink-cartridge-eatingly dark) covers. Anyway, it’s neat in that you can tell it to scan from the scanning software or, provided the scanning software is already up and running, hit the SCAN button on the unit itself to initiate a scan.

I’m sure you can see what hilarity this is headed for.

Today while I left the room for a moment for a moment, Oberon did the cat equivalent of photocopying his own butt.

Obi doesn’t have 5 paws – he’s a freak of nature, yeah, but not like that; he was born with the right number of limbs (4) but the wrong number of brains (0). Obviously he shifted his feet to watch the bright shiny thing moving underneath him. (Actually, looking at the resulting scan again, and considering that he had to hit the SCAN button somehow, I think those are just his two rear footpads over and over again.)

Now if Obi faxes himself to anybody, I expect you to let me know.

Elsewhere in the house…lunchtime!