My cat loves to lie in the chair next to mine when I write. For most of the morning, while I type, he sleeps, only opening an eye occasionally to make sure I’m not goofing off. At lunch time, he follows me into the kitchen and expects food in his dish so that he can eat while HH and I do. After lunch, sometimes he disappears for a while, but he’s usually back in the office close to three. This time, though, he wants attention.
Sometimes, he sits on my lap and I stop to pet him here and there. If he doesn’t think I pet him enough, he jumps on the tabletop and demands more attention. Once he’s satisfied, he stretches across the back of the desk, close to my keyboard. And he snoozes.
From now on, when I have to leave my office, I’m diminishing my writing so that Dutchy can’t add anything to my story. He can still keep me company. I’ll still pet him at three. But he can only inspire, not write:)
Oh my word! That has to be the best cat/writer story I’ve ever heard. I feel your pain and yet I can’t help laughing. 411 pages?!?!?! Dutchy is a highly prolific cat—and a handsome lad! And here I was struggling to keep Raven on my lap and not pawing my keyboard when I was writing yesterday. I’ll be forever grateful she didn’t decide to lay on my keyboard.
That’s a story for the record books, Judi!
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My bird sometimes lands on the keyboard but he’s never done more than a paragraph.
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I used to have a parakeet that sat on my pen when I wrote, but he was only a passenger, never a writer.
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Maybe he had something to say.
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Wouldn’t be surprised. He always has an opinion:) And lets us know.
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Oh those feline friends of ours. One of mine once walked across the keyboard, managed to type 78 in a search engine and got results!
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Your cat seems to be more talented than mine:)
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