New Table Companion

Mr. Howard perches jovially on the top of my workstation and is never tired of raising his left stump of wood arm in cheery greeting every morning. And throughout the day. And possibly all throughout the night. He has a slightly quizzical look on his face, like he's unsure of how many times he has bid me hello today and how many more times should he be doing it.

Sometimes, I take pity on him and change arms so they both hang by his side. This makes him look like a gorilla holding pails on both arms, except without the pails. Sometimes I raise both his arms way up so Mr Howard can imagine that he's doing a Superman takeoff, except that his butt is firmly blue-tacked to the mac.

 

It's for his own safety so he won't fall head first into my tea.