The Secretarial Pussy!

It seems not to matter how organized one thinks one is, one is never organised enough and evidently my kitten thinks so too!   It is that time of year again, when, having developed a headache of over-bearing proportions in the search for that singularly crucial account receipt, one is left with a bitterly disappointing pile of loose paperwork which has been thrown asunder in the epic and essential hunt! 

Having spent nearly two hours collating and filing my loose writing and writing folders back into some sort of semblance of functionality, along comes the four-legged fur-ball screaming down the hall at an impossible pace, ears pinned flat, her too long back legs splaying either side of her as she bounds with the fiery fervency of a rabbit on speed.  Wild, wide eyes set upon her target she makes a flying leap for the window sill, misses, slides down the wall, flings her back legs up at the sill with a disgruntled grumble before tearing around the room in an un-victorious lap in preparation to make a second flying leap (because speed, obviously helps a pussy fly higher!?!)  This time her attempt to reach her favourite position is a success and gives her the most opportune of views to see precisely what her mistress is up to down there on the floor with her head half buried under the bed, one leg stuck in a cupboard and the other crooked uncomfortably beneath her to make room for yet another disordered pile she has just pulled from the cupboard; remnants of a time when one wrote and printed ones work as opposed to filing everything on USB! 

Pussy must help, of course!  Up goes the bum with a quiver and a shake of readying back legs, down goes the ears and within moments the neatly ordered piles become a slippery-dip of dynamic proportions!  Job done.  

For our next trick… three folders of tax receipts… here puss, puss… time to re-line your litter tray little one!  *evil wicked laugh*

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