Years ago, my first cat was a 64 kB and his name was Commodore. He could do a few tricks and I thought he was fast and sleek. I was very proud. Later we added a 128 to the family and he purred even faster. How naive I was back then, thinking those early cats could do anything.

More and more friends got personal cats and upgraded them. I starting taking in their no-brand castoffs, the unwanted cats without any fancy do-dads or hardware. Just basic beige (somewhat clunky) cats who needed homes.

I had no formal cat training. No matter how many times I read the instruction manuals, I never figured out how to use the full capacity of the cats. I wasn't what you could call very cat-savvy.

Suddenly every office manager raced out to buy cats. It was said we lived in a paperless society and we couldn't live without cats in every office ... in every house. Cats got improved. Sound came along. Man, those cats could sing!

The cats got so fast, they must have been running on a treadmill. Rumors started that personal cats (PCs) represented Big Brother and they might take over the world someday.

Some nice person with a sense of humor decided every desktop cat needed a mouse. Not a half bad idea, was it? As time went on, it got so people required smaller companion cats to carry around with them and so laptop cats gained popularity.

Next came green cats, wireless cats, low-energy cats, flat-screen cats. Wow, so much has happened since the days of my simple Commodore.

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