This morning started like every other morning.  I woke up, used the facilities, took my bath, ate a little breakfast and waited.  The sun was peaking up, the paper boy had already delivered the paper, and the squirrel across the street had just made his pilgrimage to his favorite tree. I know I will have to go to work soon.

I hear a noise; it sounds familiar.  Yep, my boss is here.  I better get up and greet her.  As she walks in the door, I great her with an enthusiastic “Hi.”  She returns my salutations and walks toward her desk.  I have a lot to discuss with her this morning, so I follow and sit on her keyboard until I have said it all.  As she starts to check her email, I do my daily job of checking to make sure the printers are warmed up.

The receptionist comes in and I rush to her desk, as she is the keeper of the treats.  Her desk is the favorite for everyone, as that is where the treats lie.  She doesn’t disappointment, as she bought new delights just this morning.

As the director of human resources and customer relations (i.e. the “Complaint Department”), my main task of the day is to greet each employee.   I listen to their problems, like our editors latest escapade with her neighbors chickens. If I can just help them through the day and give them a little nudge of encouragement, then my job is done.

Should someone walk in a little waterlogged with a not-so-happy face, I go into full work mode.  That is where I come in.  My job is to disarm them with my charm, rub elbows with them, and if need be do a few tricks. This always seems to create a smile.

As the workday comes to a close, I repeat my morning rituals and find my favorite spot in the office. I curl up for a nap, as I know tomorrow will be another great day with ear rubs, treats, laser play and printer warming.  I can’t wait.  Such is the life of the Woodinville Weekly cat.