Ozzie

Sometimes I’m the crazy cat lady.  More often than I’d like to admit, really.  I talk to the cat as though he understands me.  I explain what’s going on with clients and complain about my computer frustrations.  I try to convince him that stepping on the keyboard is not, in fact, a good idea.

I can’t help it – working from home gets a little lonely.  I have few complaints about working in my house (the commute is stellar, as is the dress code), but some days I miss having office mates to chat with.  So instead, I talk to the kitty.  He’s like my little fuzzy coworker.  Well, I suppose it’s more like talk at the kitty.  He rarely responds.  And if he could, he’d probably agree that I’m totally nuts.