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And I wonder why I don't get any writing done?

As I sat, Dee Whompus (She'll womp-n-knot-on-you if she's in a mood.) gets up and stretches from her cushy place on my office chair.

Oh, did I mention that I am frequently relegated to the very hard, white folding chair when my cats are in the office? Oh yes. They walk around me, claw me, step on the keyboard, block the screen and do whatever they need to get my butt out of the chair so they can plomp down into it, snuggling deeply until they are asleep.