People Who Live in Glass Houses Don't Own Cats

At the beginning of the year I purchased an iPhone 6 Plus. Big is the way to go for me because I am old and mostly blind. Blind for me actually came before the old, but people relate better to the concept of losing vision as they age so that is why I put it that way. Unfortunately I did it in reverse.

Going from an iPhone 4 to a 6 Plus was like finally moving in with your favorite relative while she was baking cookies! Absolute heaven!

And with every phone, my must haves are insurance, a screen protector, and a case. I paid more for this phone than I did my first car. You want to protect that kind of investment.

Insurance – check. Case – check. Screen protector – dang. So I went to my trusty Amazon Prime account. I looked over the many impact resistant tempered glass offerings and made my choice. 4 stars – it has to be good. Two days later it arrived on my doorstep.

I don’t get home until well after 6 pm from work so it was late the day it arrived and my husband swayed me to not affix it to my phone immediately by saying – “Dinner’s Ready”! After dinner came showers, and foot rubs, and favorite TV shows. Needless to say it did not get done.

It did not get done for many nights after that.

Thinking I was smart, I kept it in a very visual place in my kitchen as a sort of subtle reminder to take care of this project. It was positioned behind my monk decanter that holds my incense. Every time a human walks from the kitchen into the living room you see it. A constant reminder you are being slothful.

But then it disappeared. I was confused. But only for a moment because almost immediately something else came up (lunch was ready?) and I forgot about it. Then it reappeared. My husband said he found it in the shoe basket. So I put it back in its rightful spot behind my monk.

I swore I would put.it.on.my.phone the upcoming weekend! I did not.

I kept swearing I would take care of this and kept ignoring that swearing until last weekend. I had a 3 day weekend and I would be home! Plenty of time to finally do the deed; and believe it or not I actually opened the package to do it – AND – the screen protector was BROKEN.

Yep, the shoe basket had apparently taken its toll.

In my mind a mere few weeks had flown by since I had ordered it, so I thought of returning it. You have 30 days after all. When I looked up the order I found that I had actually ordered the protector in early FEBRUARY!! It was now late MAY. Waaaay past the 30 days. I was stunned!

Had I actually had that thing for 3 months and not bothered to protect my precious phone?! I just shook my head at myself.

Nothing I could do about it now so I went right to my computer and my wonderful Amazon Prime account and ordered a new one. They even listed better, thinner ones! Three months is a long time in the world of technology after all! So I upgraded to a newer, better brand. 4.5 stars! HAZAH!

It came yesterday. Determined NOT to be as languid as I had been with the first one, I opened it right up. Got my phone out, cleaned it with the cleaning implements provided and placed that baby on my beloved phone.

And there they were – a hair, a dust ball, and a fingerprint. The fingerprint right in the middle of the screen was definitely not mine and it was kind of creepy.

The hair – cat.

The dust ball –  from a cat.

Maybe the fingerprint was actually a paw print!

Then it dawned on me. I had taken off the sticky side’s protective cover and taken 2 steps to turn on a light before trying to protect my phone. Those two steps – in a home full of furry creatures – is the death knell to anything that must remain perfectly clean.

I took it off and threw it away. I give up. My phone is going to have to fend for itself – screen wise.

Note to self: If you live in a house with 4 cats (and a dog), don’t even waste your time trying to place glass on glass and expect it to turn out properly.

But if you own pets – you knew already that…