Corporate Cat Burnout

It is two in the morning and the quarterly reports will not finish themselves.

Between the mice in IT and the catnip supply chain issues, Whiskers is absolutely

drained. He lets out a heavy, weary sigh that echoes through the

quiet, empty kitchen. Exhaustion sets in. He rubs his eyes with weary

paws, dreaming of early retirement. Focus is fading fast.

The caffeine is not even working for this poor feline anymore. His paw slips.

A tragic moment of clumsiness in an already long, difficult night. The coffee spills.

A dark river of liquid gold ruins the entire white tablecloth. Time stands still.