I’ve been having a hard time writing lately. Maybe it’s a fear of success, maybe the rule of 750 is no longer working for me, maybe I can’t accept my shitty first drafts, or maybe it’s just my stupid cat!
Marla won’t leave me along when I write. Here’s just a small sample of her attachment from the last week:
Monday: She’s testing out her new spot.
Tuesday: She wants to make sure I include her in one of my stories.
Wednesday: She’s starting to show her true colors.
Thursday: She’s had enough of my noisy typing. Hands are meant to pet, not write.
Friday: “I’m just going to rest my head for a bit. I’m not bothering you, am I?”
Saturday: Oh no, the other cat has joined in! I’m never going to finish my novel. Marla’s not happy about the intrusion if you can’t tell already.
Sunday: “Take a rest and pet me, dammit!”
Whoever said cats are standoffish, never tried writing next to one of them.
***Have a fantastic 4th of July!***
- The Cat that Ate the Canary (tuesdayswithlaurie.com)
- Tinky The Cat (creativflow.wordpress.com)
- Cat purrr-art (thepariscat.wordpress.com)
Marla, the nasty culprit.
People say they don’t like cats because they’re too detached and independent. Ha!
Last night as Mike was packing for a trip, Marla peed all over the bed and the clothes that were on top of it. Then she looked up at him with her baby-doll eyes, and gave him a look that could only mean, “don’t leave me. I need you.”
Now I know I didn’t turn any cat haters into cat lovers with this story, but at least I proved that cats can be just as needy as dogs.
Reilly’s not as innocent as he looks.
Our cats have broken nearly all of our glasses, caused us to throw out multiple blankets, and have scratched us countless times. But I wouldn’t trade them for the world. No amount of stinky urine will ever negate how much joy they bring me. Flaws and all, I love them unconditionally.
p.s. Natures Miracle Stain and Odor Remover is the best product I’ve found to get rid of stains and odor (and believe me I’ve tried them all!). It completely gets rid of the smell of cat pee … or maybe I still smell like a crazy cat lady and I’m just delusional. I don’t know. Maybe the ammonia’s getting to my brain. Ahhhh.
- Crazy Theory (justanotherdayoutwest.wordpress.com)