Working, With Cats

As a person with cats, I used to wonder whether working from home would be like this:

But this has not proven to be the case. Sure, the cats can be interested in what I'm doing, and how they can help, but generally when nap attacks strike, they are to be found on the bed or couch. As usual.

Mind you, there are moments of excitement, if by excitement you understand that I mean Carlos ventures out of the bedroom and George leaps upon him. George clearly understands my tone when I warn him not to, as I say his name or "no" or "be good"--he just doesn't want to pass up the fun.

I realized today what he reminds me of, as he listens to me, holds back briefly, then jumps in. Remember that song by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince (Will Smith as was), the '80s classic "Parents Just Don't Understand"? He's singing about borrowing his parents' Porsche while they're off on vacation, and,

Well, maybe I shouldn't
Yeah, of course I should

That's George: she doesn't want me to, hmm, I guess I won't, oh but come on, it's fun, PLAY!

Anyway, it sure was nice to be warm enough to concentrate.