Cats: the gift that keeps on giving

I still haven't got used to the fact that my office floor is all clean and open and uncluttered.

Neither have the cats.

In my case, this not-usedness manifests in the fact that I still scuttle strangely crabwise to the door in the dark, trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there.

In the cats' case, it manifests in lying sprawled in curious new places not hitherto accessible.

Which gives me a very good reason for strange crabwise scuttling, because yup: there are indeed obstructions underfoot. Self-motivated movable obstructions, never in the same place twice. Noisy when trodden on...

Also:

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I worked all day for 44 pages. I cannot believe how slow this is. Maybe I'm just making it loads & loads better...?