My work day typically begins around 7. I sit down at my desk, which is next to a glass door that opens to the front porch.
I like this arrangement because I can see what the animals are up to.
I don't like this arrangement because the animals can see what I'm up to.
Johnny makes his first appearance at the door at 7:01.
I let him in.
At 7:03, he decides he's bored and asks to go back outside.
I let him out. This goes on all damned day.
Me: I just let you out five minutes ago. You're not coming back in.
Five minutes later.
Johnny: I promise I won't bother you. Please let me in? Please please please?
Johnny: What's this cord for? Got any food? *lick lick lick* asdfpoizcvz;lkn/wer.
Me: Get off the keyboard.
Me: Out. Now. You're making me crazy...
...and so is this filthy window.
Chasing the rag is the highlight of Johnny's morning so far.
Johnny: Mmm...clean window...let me rub my dusty fur against it.
We'll fast forward now to the afternoon. Johnny has been in/out 43 times and he's gotten a little tired.
Have I mentioned that Smooch usually spends most of the day in her chair on the back porch? Good thing.
Johnny seems to have had a purpose in mind when he knocked the bag off the chair.
Now exhausted, he takes a long nap on the windowsill...
...and wakes up when it's time for dinner.