Our office would look just like two cubicles. Fletch Beagle being the oldest has is his OWN cubicle in the closet, all pimped out , and when he wants a change (or wants more peace, he goes into his "new addition", the part of the closet that is pretty unreachable since the doors aren't made to open that way. Poor baby we had him on valium for awhile. He tries to skirt around the other two and seriuosly, I think he may he may be rooting for the cat, since she doesn't chase him around.
