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So, I’m sitting in the office, trying to catch up on work. This is not easy when you have to re-adjust yourself to working with Windows Vista instead of Mac OS X, and there aren’t even good Windows equivalents of some of the programs you use (or at least you haven’t had eight years to try different programs out and find ones you like).

Then from the outside the office door …

Soren the Cat: (urgently) mrrrow!
mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrow!!!!
[scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch]
(more urgently) meeeeeeeeeeeeeeOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
[both paws (!!!) are under the door scratching]

I get up and open the door.

Their stands my cat, not even acknowledging my existence. He looks around at one wall, then another. He sits down, and licks his paw. He looks around some more (just not in my direction or in the direction of the door), gets up, wanders a few steps away from the door. He sits again, scratches himself, and then licks himself some more.

After about forty-five seconds of this he looks around in the direction of the door, and looks up as if he just realized the door was open. He gives me a look that says “Oh my! The door is open! What a surprise! Maybe I’ll come in, even though the thought had never crossed my mind previously!” and ambles in at a very slow pace.

Just amazing.