...or something.
A few minutes ago, I'm in my home office, door closed, Christmas music playing loudly, and foot heater going full blast. Debbie is about 10 feet away, in our bedroom, doing her physical therapy exercises and watching a movie on her iPad. She spots one of our cats (Maka Lea, our little physiologically challenged fellow) stuck in the bedroom. He wants to get into our livingroom, but he can't jump over our dog gate. Debbie can't easily get him there in her current state. She wants to get my attention. How does she do it?
She emails me.
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