Strappity-Do-Pets

We have a soft spot for four-legged furry creatures in our office. Katy - an oversized, pear-shaped, smokey gray fuzzball cat - chose me as the object of her relentless charms, spurning my cat-owner co-workers, in favor of my polite indifference. I suspect now this made me a most appealing challenge.

Shamelessly, she wooed me with pretty purrs and tender cat kisses, making Shelli (her true mistress) laugh and marvel. She stationed herself on my desk, under my desk, and in my chair to welcome me each day, and to stake her claim on me. Mind you - there are two other cats, with equally strong and distinct personalities, who roam and rule our quarters ... but that is another story. Yes, she even staged some rather impressive, yet harmless, cat fights over who could climb into my computer tote and large purse on the floor beside my desk.

Without my consent or permission, she claimed me - helping herself to the homemade pasta lunch on my desk when I wasn't looking, sprawling across my computer keyboard to assert her importance above my work, and draping herself in my lap in a lazy splendour, until my legs went numb, self-satisfied that I dared not rouse her. 

Katy makes herself so lovable I want to hug her - with sloppy abandon and reckless love - like she's my dog, Roscoe. Then I look into those coy green eyes and refrain ... instead, offering affections carefully ... awaiting her permission - which she always grants.