Scottie had a habit of showing up in the one place I was trying to work. At my first house, the armoire in my bedroom was where I kept my sweaters, and he loved jumping into the dresser drawers whenever I was looking for something to wear.
This time, I had taken my sweaters out to organize them, and he saw his chance. He pounced on the opportunity and hopped right into the open drawer, looking very pleased with himself.
He was helping, of course. A good supervisor sits in the middle of the job and watches everything.
Where’s Scottie? Right where the sweaters should have been.
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