Little Helpers come in all sizes
I have three helpers. Katy Pumpkin, Jack, and Charlie (Charlotte). They are my shadows and helpers, the way toddlers are helpers. They demand to sit on the computer desk while you are trying to list your Ebay items. They “gently” paw your leg for attention while you are deep in thought and concentrating on what is the best word to put in the description of your listing. They like to join you on the photographing surface when you are taking pictures….lying on the white doily you just put down for a background. They like to toy with your pencil when you are writing notes. And sometimes they even get on the printer as it makes it’s first grunts of the printing process. Charlie wants you to throw her mouse so she can be rewarded with “Good Girl” when she retrieves it. Or to be brushed with the slicker I keep by the desk just for her. Jack wants to smell the toast you are trying to eat as you are printing labels. Sometimes distracted by you throwing a bottle cap. Little round Katy Pumpkin just wants you to rub her head while she lies on your paperwork, obscuring the words you need to type.
These are my helpers, my “grand-cats”. Yes, that’s right, they technically aren’t even my pets, they are my daughter’s. But since I change/scoop the litter, feed them, give them treats, brush them and are with them 24/7, I kind of think they are mine by default.
Frustrating, but lovable. Aggravating, but sweet. Hard to stay mad at them for more than a few seconds….oops, time is up, here comes one of the helpers now to check on the progress of this post.
