Feline Fascination

Alright, alright. Last cat... I promise. This one's name is Charlotte, and she lives in the warehouse at work. My colleague, Pete, is her unofficial caretaker, and he does an awesome job. Pete even comes out to the office on weekends to make sure Charlotte's fed and watered. She was supposedly discovered in the old Asheville warehouse and brought back to the home office, where she excelled as a mouser until retiring to the warmth of the cardboard box on the desk. There's a gas heater hanging from the ceiling that blows on the spot where this box sits, so... where would you curl up if you were a cold, arthritic, ex-mouser of a cat? (If you couldn't get to the front office and commandeer someone's lap, that is.) I love Charlotte... the city and the cat.