No, really. Pet. Me.
Don’t make me repeatedly nudge you with my paw. Pet me.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s much better.
So, I’m Pepper Flynn and this is my best friend Gravy.
*Gravy cocks head.* Play?
Not right now. We have to talk to these people about the crucial role we play in how our person, Avery Flynn, gets her work done.
*Gravy whines.* Play?
I think one of the Flynn kids left a Lego out. Go find it.
*Gravy sprints away.* Play!!!
Anyway, now that she’s gone, we can get down to brass tacks.
Gravy’s job is to sleep under Avery’s desk and stretch out so she lays on top of Avery’s feet. If she didn’t do this, Avery’s toes would fall off because her office is in the basement and is pretty much freezing all the time. While Avery doesn’t type with her toes, she gets grumpy when she gets too cold and ends up cursing at her glowing typing pad.
My job is to jump up on my hind legs and pat her with my front paws if she’s in her office chair for too long. If I didn’t do this, she would never go outside and see the sunshine. She can’t type out there, but she gets all bleary eyed and mumbles a lot about fictional people otherwise.
*Gravy wanders back into the office chewing the last bit of a Lego.* Nap.
Oh no. I can hear here coming down the stairs. *sniffs* Yep, she’s got coffee. Gotta go but don’t worry readers, we’ll keep her working hard!
Until next time, keep petting me.