Stanley has done it to me again.
I was working, made half my quota, then invited him up into my lap for a nap.
He jumped off about 20 minutes later, but not before spraying me with, sigh, the most awful smelling stuff – anal gland fluid. I dowsed myself with Febreeze – and sprayed it all over the chair. It didn’t work. I had to take off the pants, wash, then change to clean pants.
These new practices I put into place are evidently working. He isn’t impacted any more. I didn’t realize he’d be a skunk, though.
Now he wants to come up and possibly do it to the new pants. I’m declining. He’s whining. I’m lecturing. He’s not listening.
I put on my headphones and finished my quota while he split his time between barking at the window and whining at the base of my chair.
I love Stanley. He’s simply a challenge, that’s all. But isn’t he cute?