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It's always funny to watch Mafia try and lay down on my desk. She knows when I sit down here I'm probably dug in for a few good hours of writing and wants to make sure that she's at least two feet from my hands so I'll pet her now and again. The amusing part is how cluttered my desk is, so she attempts to cramp herself in the small space between my keyboard and my monitor, or lay half on my laptop and half on the mouspad, or lay sideways on the monitor but keep her head lowered for pettings, or maybe hanging halfway off the side of my chair. All the while, she attempts to look casual and suave, as if she was utterly comfortable laying at a sixty degree angle on hard plastic surfaces.