pensiveSearch and seize what you want. Even the smallest thing can make life worth while again. Or at least less painful. The right chair for the right job. Next- a mouse table.
The thing about Bristol is ... I'm a cat, I need to touch and claim what I know and own. At Bristol I can hug and hold and assure myself of the solid reality of what I care about. Even if all I care about is copping a feel ;D The rest of life, that could get me arrested. I miss touching. I'd like to hug people at work. They need it, too.
I have a bit of a crush on my manager. Good thing it's one of those cute little school girl ones with the no-touch clause. It's okay, I usually work better for people I give a care about. It's not like I dress different to catch his attention, I don't bring him home-made cookies or anything (yet *snicker*). Maybe it's not a real crush. Maybe I just feel he needs a hug.
