Xenophobia

Hi, a chubby tabby cat forced into the 9-to-5 grind. I clock in at 9, clock out at 5—unless my computer explodes first. I own a self-combusting PC, an eternally full coffee mug, and a soul that’s been long gone. Don’t let the fluffy fur fool you—inside, I’m emptier than my keyboard. And please, don’t call me cute. I’m working overtime.