Sylvester here, in Daddy's office.
Although it may appear that I'm napping, in actuality I'm purrforming important cassette tape Quality Control. (In case you are new to the blog, Daddy sells vintage cassette tapes on eBay.)
It's a complicated process; first, Daddy gets a box and fills it with orders he has to box up and mail out. Then he
foolishly places the full box in one of the Cat beds on his desk. This is where *I* come in--I have to squash the tapes and order slips for however long it takes to get Daddy nervous because it's almost time for the mail pick-up.
It requires an exquisite sense of timing to achieve maximum anxiety, yet avoid being bodily removed from the box--but I'm up to the task!
Plus, it helps to be a hefty-sized ManCat...
...I utilize every one of my nineteen pounds to wrinkle the papers just right!
XX Sylvester XX