A friend from church needed a ‘fill-in’ receptionist at her work while the regular receptionist is ‘out’.  So, with some fancy balancing of my schedule, I am able to do it this week, on a very part-time basis (it’s slow at her office and I have permission to do my own business while I’m ‘working’). 

I write this post from the reception desk…I just wanted you to know that the receptionist that I’m filling in for LOVES cats.  Everything is cats, cats, cats.  Maybe the most intrusive cat ‘tool’ at the reception desk is not the cat coffee coaster, not the cat pictures in the cat picture frames, not the cat erasers, not the cat stickies, not the cat coffe mugs, not even the silver cat jewelry box…nope.  The most intrusive cat ‘tool’ is the cat cursor.  Everytime I do anything on the computer requiring the mouse…yep, the cat ate it, I guess.   Entering into someon else’s world can be pretty ‘hidden camera show-ish’

I’m petty.  I know.  My last post was about the continent of Africa’s paramount sufferings. 
I’m petty.  And, i still hate cats.