Wick-ed.
I remember, when I first got my laptop, my cat would like, fight for my attention constantly, walk on the keyboard all defiant like,or climb up and plop down getting comfortable, I’d get mad at him… then once, there I am making a sandwich or something in the kitchen, I’d left my computer gong on the futon, and I look over, he’s looking right at me, and he bats once at the power cord (I hadn’t yet bought a replacement battery, the one that came with it was weak) and the computer goes dead. Then he struts across the length of the futon, like “Take That”.