Trooper has been better behaved this morning, content for the most part to lie quietly beneath my desk, hidden by the cubicle wall that separates this office into two little rooms.
He does occasionally wander out, though, to sprawl beside my chair. As long as he’s quiet, I don’t pay too much attention…until I hear a comment from a passerby.
“Well, THAT’S a pretty picture.”
Modest Trooper, snoozing comfortably on his back in a pose reminiscent of an untressed Thanksgiving turkey, is apparently visible from the waist down to everyone in the hallway.