2009 17 Aug

I’m trying to work, I really am; but my feline child has her own challenges that she demands I take care of immediately.

How do you resist your feline child that lays so blissfully on your desktop helping you work. She rolls back and looks up at you with those pretty little ears, cute face, and reaching paws. No, no, little one – this virtual assistant must get to work. I have clients waiting.

There that paw goes again, reaching for the pen or chasing the cursor on my monitor. Stop that. Leave that alone. Stop being so challenging!

I sigh and return to my work, only to have her grabbing something else on my desk – a paperclip, the phone cord, or reaching into the well where my monitor sits and grabbing the mouse cord.

My challenges today, it seems, are to stop this child from being such a challenge. That’s a challenge in itself.

I evict this challenging feline delinquent to the floor and implore her to go play somewhere else. Oh my gosh, what was that crash. Gotta run! My feline sphinx’s (my pet name for her) challenges have gotten her into more trouble than she can handle.

I pick her up, scolding her the whole time, and place her back on my desk. She sighs and curls up into a peaceful little ball, no doubt dreaming about all the new and exciting challenges that my furry four-legged feline child can get into. What am I to do? I give up and let her continue with her dreams. Maybe now I’ll get some work done.

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