Scene: Late evening. She’s on the computer. Banjo jumps on desk, papers fly in all directions. He walks back and forth in front of the screen, stepping on the keyboard, tail in the air, purring. Affectionate attention is given. Papers are collected off the floor, errors caused by random hitting of keyboard are corrected, cat hunkers down on the in-tray or on top of the printer. Peace is restored.
Translation: What a palaver to have to go through just to queue for that chair. Hope she doesn’t take too long.
-oOo-
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