So my desk is cluttered. Well, it's a table and it's cluttered. Finnigan remembers when it was clear though, so he decided to help me clean things up. First he motivated my efforts by ensuring I couldn't actually do anything on the computer. Then, once I had cleared enough room for him to sit without knocking things over, he laid down and pushed the keyboard right into my lap. As you can see, he's overcome with remorse...
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