Coworker Appreciation Day

I'd just like to take this opportunity to give a shout-out to my steadfast coworker.

She reports for duty (most days) by tapping my leg and making noise until I lift her up to her seat. Which is next to my mouse pad. Does she get the pun of cat and mouse? 

Maybe. Maybe not. 

Admittedly, she does sleep on the job most of the time. From time to time, she stirs, makes acking noises, and convulses. Is she chasing prey in here dreams? 

Perhaps.

For the most part, her work habits are tolerable, but admittedly, she's a little too fastidious about her appearance. I'm not fond of her cleaning ritual, particularly when she starts tongue-washing her nether regions (at eye level). Ick.

Generally, she leaves my tchochkes alone. But I do find it necessary to scold her when she taps the tail on my kitty kat clock and stops it from swinging to and fro. 

I have my limits.

As the workday draws to a close, she becomes restless. She jumps down, paces and gets noisy, doinking my leg with her head. 

I remind her, gently at first, that it's nowhere near time to eat, and she needs to cool her jets.

Eventually, she gives up, stalks off, and makes noise in the hallway until I finish my work. Then she zooms downstairs and gets underfoot as I prepare our dinner.

"Don't feed her early, you'll be sorry," warns Mr. Ginley. 

But when I finally do set her food down, she leaves me in peace until treat time rolls around later in the evening.

I love my coworker. I just hope I never have to go to an office outside our home ever again.

Human coworkers are fine and all, but my feline compatriot, in spite of her annoying habits, is my favorite.

I mean, no one at the office ever purred when I scratched them behind the ears.

Then again, they probably would have just reported me to HR.