How am I supposed to get any work done? In this "working from home" time period, the furballs make me feel guilty when I go into the office and shut the door. Daisy, for the most part, seems to accept a closed door, but sometimes she'll sit outside it and meow at the top of her tiny little lungs.

Franklin, for his part, finds closed doors unacceptable. He has not figured out how to address the door itself, but he will attempt to attack its boundaries. Paws are slipped underneath it. If that doesn't do anything, the carpet surrounding it will be attacked with an intensity of purpose, as if somehow by pulling out each fiber he will eventually tunnel beneath said closed door.

So instead of highly productive work behind the closed door, I find myself doing moderately productive work on the couch, with a tiny cat on my arm, and a large cat on my legs. Occasionally, large cat will try to take up residence on my arm as well, but both parties will usually realize that is not a sustainable situation for 12+ pounds of kitty.