On my desk, next to a window is an old printer. I don’t use it very often, which is a good thing, because every afternoon, Clyde comes in to sleep on the printer. She enjoys the warmth, and will even wake up every now and then to check out what is going on outside.


Truman doesn’t know why Clyde likes that spot, but if she gets up for more then a minute or two, he is sure to hop up. He sits there, just a bit nervous that she will come back.

What do people without cats in their office do for entertainment?