Pet
me.
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.
