There Are Cats on the Bed Again

The trials and tribulations of feline management.

Simba does whatever he wants. (Photo by author)

I’m trying to get some work done, but these guys keep showing up. One of them even took my notebook.

At least they’re not on (very much on) the laptop and sending messages to group chat as they have done at times. Their typing skills are at toddler-level.

I should call management.

Oh? They are management?

They should at least buy lunch.

Oh? I provide lunch? And snacks? Out of my own pocket? (The snacks are actually in my pocket at times.)

We have a language communication failure on the team. Google Translate does not recognize “Meeee-oh-mmm.”

At least we don’t need to clock out for nap time.