Look out, Ol' Mac is back. So goes the old Bobby Darin song, and so the Prowler is singing in honor of the resurrection of the brain-dead computer after three weeks.
Metro surgeons gave old Mac a brain transplant and returned it with the new moniker Brain Cloud. It arrived with complete amnesia. Every command was answered with the computer version of "huh?" A modern tabula rasa. But it won't take long to teach it everything the Prowler knows, and the office mates will celebrate the end of this cat's daily desk-hopping, leaving pawprints all over their screens.
Found another bird in a business on N. Santa Cruz Avenue. Last week, a green parakeet was visiting Soles. Well, stop by Frogstone--just a hop, skip and a jump from Hug-A-Berry's--and meet Timothy Reilly O'Rourke. "Timmy" is a big green parrot who comes to work with Frogstone owner Tanya Sisson every day. Doesn't say much, but he can give you a look that would make even the rowdiest cat behave. He enjoys the incense and mellow music, Tanya says. He did look kind of blissed-out.
Speaking of blissed-out, check out W. Main Street on a weekday morning and find hordes of endorphin-powered cats hanging around the Posh Bagel, Los Gatos Coffee Roasting Company and Nectars, having breakfast after a run or bike ride on the Los Gatos Creek Trail. Doesn't anybody eat breakfast at home anymore? In fact, doesn't anyone have to be anywhere at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday? Of course, you may ask why the Prowler was there. We're paid to prowl, that's why.
Interesting what exercise does to people. You see them stretching against store windows as if no one can see them from the other side. And to the guy who was retying his shorts right there on the street--ahem! You in the blue, the Prowler caught you!
This article appeared in the Los Gatos Weekly-Times, July 3, 1996.
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