After performing my morning chores of coffee and bagged lunch, I come back to the office to stare at the computer screen in zombie mode.
There is a crash from the adjacent desk, which sounds a lot like an upended can of paint brushes. I look up. 5 feet away, Finnegan and the husband look mightily guilty.
"Whatever it is you're doing, stop it," I say.
Finni, the fat cat, is all wide-eyed innocence.
"He rolled at me," Says Elrin defensively.
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