I don’t often work inside, but I was recently in the middle of a computer transfer. We have a big wooden desk in the back living room, the most sunny room in the house, and on that desk is the family computer, which I used until my new one came in.
When my husband worked at home for a brief time, he bought a nice office chair to go with the nice desk, which was his dad’s. Well, when I work in that chair, Clover always jumps up and sits with me. Specifically, she sits behind me, between my behind and the chair back.
She’s gone to sleep while I type this.
