Pet

My cat ate my homework

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.

Monday: She’s testing out her new spot.

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Tuesday: She wants to make sure I include her in one of my stories.

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Wednesday: She’s starting to show her true colors.

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Thursday: She’s had enough of my noisy typing. Hands are meant to pet, not write.

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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.

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.

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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!***