get off of me cat. i can’t get my work done if you’re sitting on my arms and chest. it’s not my fault i’m warm and soft. go bother your brother.
get out of there cat. your cuteness is not going to help me pass my university degree. what the heck? everyone loves cats. who needs a portfolio?
oh for heavens sake cat. that is not a heating pad or throne or toy. get off my laptop. i need to work.
get off of there cat. you did not work hard for the money. you did not survive a manic monday. you were not working for the weekend. you are a cat. you don’t get to look so exhausted. i’m the one who gets to celebrate the end of a long week with a pedicure and lounging.
get off of there cat. i have work to get done. i don’t have time to spend the whole day rubbing your belly.
get out of there cat. you are not at work. you do not work in an office let alone know what an office is. you cannot work a MacBook.
get out of there cat. you are not my lunch. going to work with me would interfere with the 10 hour nap you take everyday.
get off of there cat. i can see you just fine. hiding your nose and attempting to become one with the cushion will only end badly for you. you are lucky i looked before i sat down. and while i appreciate your offer of assistance not EVERY project i make needs to include thirteen pounds of cat-butt.
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