I am being
bullied at work. My tormentor has four large furry feet, soulful brown
eyes and no conscience at all. If the entertainment is poor and the lack
of a new bone evident, he empties my wastepaper bin. All over the
floor. Fabric scraps and threads fall everywhere, paper is shredded and
spat out. We have had words about his lack of consideration and general
behaviour.... and then I give in...because he looks at me, head on one
side, and I'm sure he smiles...and he's so loveable, so bad behaviour is
rewarded yet again...a new bone appears...
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