Then if we had company, either the company stayed in the office and slept on the sofa bed or one of the kids did. First obstacle to overcome was finding the sofa bed under the piles of things "stored" in the office. Then came the challenge of figuring out if it was an invasion of a guest's privacy if I went into the study now and then to work.
Wait. Did I say "share?"
The cats have taken over the space. Our two new kittens love to walk in front of the monitor and play with that funny little thing that moves all around the screen. That's almost as much fun as chasing a bird... or dare I say it?... a mouse? I haven't told them what that device is beside the keyboard.
If one of them needs to go outside or is hungry, they don't go bother my husband who is just sitting in the living room watching TV or reading a book. No. They come into the office. Jump up on the desk and stand in front of the monitor. No playing this time. Just blocking the screen so I can't see what I'm doing.
Misty, our calico, took over my office chair weeks ago, and she does not know the meaning of "share" either. She glowers at me when I move her so I can sit down. Then she jumps up behind me and pushes on my back to get me to move.
The last time one of our sons came to visit, he laughed because my office chair was rolled aside and I had a kitchen chair in front of my desk. When I told him why, he asked why I didn't just move the cat.
I glowered at him.
So did the cat.
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