Calm before a Storm

My day often starts calmly. Like before a storm. You can see here, I am appreciative of the fact that Ms. C has returned my regular table to my Spot between her and Mr. R's desks. She has painted it fresh for me. It's glossy now, like my fur. Don't you think I look good here?


After that moment of repose, I find out that the monstrous cat condo is trying to claim one of my furrymice! I rescue it, as you can see I've retrieved it from the upper maw and am delivering it to the floor:


I often find that somehow, my furrymice end up in Mr. R's shoe! I work very hard to retrieve it from this place:


I always have success. And as you can see, I smile as I receive praise for all of my accomplishments from Ms. C: