Austin: (scratch scratch)
Me: (muffled) Go away.
A: No chance. (scratch scratch)
Me: (sighing and opening door to my office)
A: (rushing in) What are you doing in here? Huh?
Me: What do I always do in here?
A: I don’t know. Oh, wait. Work?
Me: Right.
A: (dropping heavily onto his fuzzy rug and crossing his paws like he’s hosting Masterpiece Theater) Okay. So work.
Me: Right. I will start to work, and then you will come over and stick your snout under my elbow and mess up my typing.
A: Well.
Me: You don’t let me work in peace, which is why I close my door, so that I can work in peace. But here you come scratching and you won’t stop until I let you in.
A: I think I came for a reason today, though.
Me: And what is that?
A: I think you’re worried about your beloved not liking me and Gabby enough.
Me: (silence)
A: I see I’m right.
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