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Here's a good reason for working at an office. No fucking cats. These bastards slept with me last night (chaste, trust me) and caused me to sleep in unnatural contortions so as to maintain their comfort. And guess who sits in me lap as I type, a cat. He's currently jealous of the outside cats food. which now is exactly the same as the inside kitties cat food. No difference, same f'in packaging