January 17, 2011
Here is one of my co-workers, the Evil Roxanne. She leads a pretty comfortable life, with lots of naps and "Me Time", though I have never seen her reading a book or the Kindle. She supervises my activities very closely. If I ever take a phone call away from the computer or the drawing table she sits in my lap and eavesdrops. She must be the company stooge. Often she comes to complain about something, but is always vague - forcing me to guess whether she needs a snack, a drink, a back rub, an ear scritch - it is a pretty sizable list of possibilities and permutations. Roxanne woke from a nap yesterday, ran over to the computer and fixed me with a withering glare. And without explanation, ran back to her sunny spot under the dining room table and fell back into her deep, morning sleep. And being a union cat, she has today off.