He pulled the chair from under the desk with great gusto, plonked himself into the seat with a flump and cracked his knuckles. A blank document stared back. The cursor flashing patiently.
Bob the cat was walking through the room at the time. He did not acknowledge the declaration of intent. He’d seen the grand gestures, the cracking of knuckles and the oversized cups of coffee before. He knew he could count the minutes on one paw until the first tut.
Fingers tapped wood.
Mouse buttons clicked.
Keyboard keys stayed silent.
Tsk! He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and slid the chair away from the screen.
Bob the cat looked down at his outstretched paw and gave a long, satisfying lick.
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