That is Mrs. Wolves, working at her computer while sitting next to her chair on the ottoman/footrest/whateverthefuckyoucallthatthing rather than in her chair. Why would this be, I asked myself. I walked over, looked at her chair, and saw this:
She was unwilling to disturb the kit-tays. Subjugated by lower-order predators. I can't believe I married this woman.
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