Office Politicking

My human’s boyfriend can’t understand why I don’t like the dumb dog. Of course he wouldn’t — he weighs way more than she does and he’s taller than her. On the other paw, the dog weighs nearly 10 times as much as me and she’s huge! Plus she’s noisy and jumps around and she’s very, very destructive. She tore up one of my very favorite toys that I’ve had since I was a kitten.

It seems like she is always spoiling my fun. My human got a big, fancy box for the Christmas ornaments and of course I had to check it out before she began filling it.

But then I got the weird feeling I was being watched.

And the dog isn’t the only fun-killer around here. The other day my human was doing a photo session with me. It was a good one, ’cause all I had to do was lay there and nap.

But once again, I got that creepy feeling that someone was staring at me.

 

For the past several months, the office I share with my human has been what she calls “a disaster area.” So finally she did something about it — she got us new office furniture. It’s humongous! Part of it covers a whole wall.

And there are glass-enclosed bookcases on top. Because she knows how much I enjoy it, my human let me play in one of the bookcases for a while.

There is also storage space along the bottom. At least that’s what my human called it. Boodie thought it was a place to sleep.

 

The desk is massive. Binga had a lot of fun checking it out.

 

I wasn’t completely sold on this office furniture at first. But then I decided to give it my seal of approval.

 

Then a few days later, my human came home with a big pink bag. Binga was in there immediately.

I was more polite and waited for my human to show me what she had. They were things from some Hello Kitty store.

One was a toaster. I didn’t care much about that.

The other thing was a lot more interesting — it was a spinning desk caddy for my human’s post-it notes and paperclips and pens. I told her to save one of the containers for my twist ties. She didn’t listen.

Now that the office is getting more organized, there is room in the bay window for the cat bed again. The battle for who gets to spend the most time in it is on.

I think fighting over the cat bed is kind of lame. I’d rather hang out where the action is.

»February 2008