The Chair of The Devil

When he came back to the studio last night he didn't seem best pleased to be honest. It may have had something to do with his desk being on it's side and there being books, discs, coffee cups, cafetiere, and a variety of pens, letters and other bits of paper being spread all over the floor. Or maybe it was his chair which was also on it's side, perhaps. Or just the fact that I was hiding behind the water cooler and not bouncing around in eager welcome at his return which was causing his apparent displeasure. I tried desperately not to find out to be honest, as I reasoned it was not going to be very pretty when I did. Had I mentioned here that the water cooler I was hiding behind was also laying on it's side? He went out yesterday, only for a couple of hours. But before he went he had a small packet of chewey sticks that he was feeding me with in an absent minded moment of bonding. Suddenly his lift turned up and he was gone! Now in his absence my snifter was telling me there was still a chewey stick left on the desk so I was gainfully employed in trying for the next hour to find a way to get at it. Eventually, I opted to try and clamber on to his big black leather chair and then reach across to his desk so I started my journey. Front paws first and then one at a time, the back paws. It was a bit wobbly but I made it. Next step was to get the front paws on to the desk....... Well how on earth does he manage to sit on that chair without inflicting self injury???? I now realise that the office chair is of the devil, and has wheels and swivels and they all work!!!! Out of panic I dug my claws into the pad on his desk as the back half of me was still on the big chair of the devil as it wheeled and pirouetted its way across the studio floor, which was a mistake I think. That little bit of traction on the desk was enough to pull it with me to the floor.... together with anything that was on it...... and his chair..... the white board on the wall took a hefty thump from the chair and is not looking too firmly fixed anymore either. He is on the phone now to Office Water Cooler Lady Hoomun trying to convince them the damage is just wear and tear. Will someone please open that office door and let me out, the silence in here is deafening