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I am not getting much work done today. That's because I have a temporary office mate. Little T.R. moved in for a few days. He might not be a teeny tiny kitten anymore, but he is a long way from adulthood. This little guy is all about playing. Tennis balls, pipe cleaners, cat toys, pens, pencils, computers! Yes, compuuuuuutzzzzzzzzers. "No, no, T.R., go find something else to do, " I say. He's happy to play with a pipe cleaner, tennis ball or cat toy for a minute, but .... Oh, no -- he's back. qqqqqqq111111111111111111111111111111. "Great typing T.R., how about eating a snack?" I ask. Working in 30 second intervals is not very productive.
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