Get. Off. My. Desk!

You see the kind of crap I have to put up with? Jeez…

He’s hiding the taskbar behind his big ol’ kitty body, and the mousepad may never be seen again from beneath Sa’s big ol’ behind. I knew she hated german shepherds…

And with all the hairy traffic over here, my keyboard is starting to look like a baby fur seal. Ick.

Kind of cozy, though…