Lunch

What are you doing, Human Mommy? Are you getting up to get lunch?

It’s not even noon! Your behavior is utterly unacceptable and I’m going to have to write you up.

A gorgeous tortoiseshell cat skulks forward on a desk, winding her way beside a computer monitor that has been turned off.  She is glaring with yellow eyes at the human behind the computer.  It’s not easy being the boss.  Her human requires a huge level of micromanagement.

Unless your fetching lunch for your manager.

In that case, I’ll take my usual tuna sandwich, hold the bread, condiments, and lettuce.

—Amber

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