Welp, this little asshole just typed 4 pages of "AAAAAAA" into the doc I was working on and fucking SAVED IT, so I guess I'm done working for tonight
I HAVE FINISHED YOUR WORK FOR YOU, MOTHER
NO MORE WORK
ONLYMAX(TM)
I HAVE FINISHED YOUR WORK FOR YOU, MOTHER
NO MORE WORK
ONLYMAX(TM)
Max surveys his work. "Yes, much better than what she was writing."
He regards it for a moment. "Aaaand SAVED."
"Yes, Max has done well." He fluffs his ruff happily.
"I will make sure Mother is no longer distracted," he purrs as he hits Send on the email to the publisher.
He regards it for a moment. "Aaaand SAVED."
"Yes, Max has done well." He fluffs his ruff happily.
"I will make sure Mother is no longer distracted," he purrs as he hits Send on the email to the publisher.
The publisher looks at me curiously out of the Zoom window. "Sooooo you sent me 47 pages of "AAAAAAAAA" last night. Was that a cry for help?"
Max shoves me out of the way, his head filling up the webcam's field. "PUBLISH MAX."
Max shoves me out of the way, his head filling up the webcam's field. "PUBLISH MAX."
I attempt to extract myself out from under approximately 9 square yards of Max.
"This is--"
Max pushes me out of the way. "MAX." He pauses for a moment, then elaborates. "ONLYMAX(TM)."
His paws cover the keyboard.
"What's that in the chat...?" The publisher clicks.
"This is--"
Max pushes me out of the way. "MAX." He pauses for a moment, then elaborates. "ONLYMAX(TM)."
His paws cover the keyboard.
"What's that in the chat...?" The publisher clicks.
"Is that an author photo?" she asks blankly.
She peers at my cat. I am forgotten.
"MAX," he confirms.
"If I could talk to--"
"ONLYMAX(TM)."
"MAX," he confirms.
"If I could talk to--"
"ONLYMAX(TM)."
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