Bess, my bestest buddy of all time, loves to sit in my in-box of paperwork.
Right now, she’s alternating between taking a bath and finding things
on my desk that she can beat up, that currently being a paperclip. Oh,
wait, the package of Post It notes are the current target of attack. I
guess she would prefer I open them.
What Bess doesn’t know, is that I have a mountain of work to do and she will not be welcome upon that mountain for most of the day. That means she’ll try to jump up on, in, over, around, everything until I finally clear her a spot of some sort. I should probably just give up and let her have her place now and save some of the headache.
I’m not sure I’d know how to work on a desk devoid of Bess fur.