Computers and Zombies.

This is me, Mabel. I'm feeling a little anxious about today's topic.

Hi all. Mabel here. Today, I want to have a serious conversation with you about one of today's biggest problems.
Computers. 
They are evil.

Mama #2's evil computer.

I believe they suck people brains out.
At least they suck Mama #2's attention away from.....well, everything.
Everything.
Even me.
Every night, Mama #2 comes home. Then, she takes me, Harley and Maggie out for a forced march. When we finish marching, she gives each of us a chewy bone (Yum! Chewy Bone!), and settles down on my favorite comfy couch with her computer.
That's it.

She stares at that thing.
That's all she does until it's time to go to bed for the night.
She just stares at that thing.

It's scary.
She looks at it the way I look at my favorite toy or a really mushy piece of rawhide. She looks at it like I look at a special sleeping spot under a magically warm blanket and with as much love as I look at a bowl of delicious food (not diet food) that comes out of a can.
It's just a box. 

And she just stares at it.

Blankly. Not moving or anything.
I've tried laying on the computer and it's not comfortable.
Harley's tried tasting it, and she says it doesn't taste good at all.

(Mama#2 gets mad when she licks it).
I've stared at it with Mama #2, but I don't know what she sees in/on it.

This is Harley and I. We were just pups. At the time, we didn't know the dangers of the laptop.

Then, I saw a TV show about zombies.
I realized then that the computer had sucked out Mama #2's brain and made her a zombie!
And, it controls her.
Poor Mama #2.
I don't think all the healing cuddles Harley or  I can do will cure her.

Maggie says it's hopeless.

Hopeless, Maggie says.

Harley thinks she might be able to eat the computer, if she tries really hard. Or maybe stop it from working.
But last time her computer quit working, after I did my birthday Diva Dance on it, she just brought home another one.

this must be a weird human disease, although Mama #1 seems resistant to it. Mama#2 sometimes tries to infect the other Mama with it (she tries to get her to look at the screen or reads her stuff that she sees on it), but Mama #1 has kept her brains so far. 

Maybe I should let Harley try to eat it or maybe we could just lay on it every time she gets it out.

 Our cat sister, Agnes, laying on Mama #2's computer.

Actually, our cat sister Agnes tried that, and it didn't work. Mama #2 just reached around her and kept on staring at her stupid laptop.

Is there any cure for this horrible computer zombie disease?