Today I was printing a business card. Today, my kitten Calliope (pronounced Cal-ee-OOP, like the street in New Orleans) decided that my ankles were a fantastic thing to attack. So print a sheet, scream in pain as I am bitten, stop and talk harshly to said kitten, go back to press, print a sheet, scream in pain.
Calliope and I have had disagreements before about the press. He finds it fascinating, and I've had to start a program of giving him a bath whenever he touches the press. It has helped, and he's moved on to attacking me, rather than the press.
Eventually, Calliope took a nap and I finished my printing.
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