My cat is indignant. Right now he's over eating his food and sulking.
See, this is my writing morning. I have about 200 words to do before I can hop into the shower and then wake my son for school.
But Tyre - named after a goodlooking gunslinger in the movie Silverado - really REALLY wants to be petted.
So he does things like...
He walks over my laptop - I plop him on the floor.
He lays on my hand - I plop him on the floor.
Pretty soon he starts nudging items onto the floor. There goes my Kindle, a clean spoon (I write on my kitchen table now), an empty bottle, a pencil, ARG
He's back.
He's on the edge of the table, right next to my computer. He's touching me with his paw over and over. So, I take him in my arms, and he puts his paws around my neck. He really does. And, he buries his head under my chin (time for wet nose and cat slobber).
I pet him and hug him and put him gently on the floor, thinking all the while that I should pet him longer, hug him longer, because I miss the days when my son woke up and toddled from his bedroom right to my lap - just like the cat drawing me away from the computer.
Thank you God for cats, and kids, and husbands who remind me that I can't write about life if I don't live it.
Oh, I'm off to wash the cat slobber from my neck and wake the kid. No time for the shower EW
Those two hundred words... I'll do them while I eat lunch.
See, this is my writing morning. I have about 200 words to do before I can hop into the shower and then wake my son for school.
But Tyre - named after a goodlooking gunslinger in the movie Silverado - really REALLY wants to be petted.
So he does things like...
He walks over my laptop - I plop him on the floor.
He lays on my hand - I plop him on the floor.
Pretty soon he starts nudging items onto the floor. There goes my Kindle, a clean spoon (I write on my kitchen table now), an empty bottle, a pencil, ARG
He's back.
He's on the edge of the table, right next to my computer. He's touching me with his paw over and over. So, I take him in my arms, and he puts his paws around my neck. He really does. And, he buries his head under my chin (time for wet nose and cat slobber).
I pet him and hug him and put him gently on the floor, thinking all the while that I should pet him longer, hug him longer, because I miss the days when my son woke up and toddled from his bedroom right to my lap - just like the cat drawing me away from the computer.
Thank you God for cats, and kids, and husbands who remind me that I can't write about life if I don't live it.
Oh, I'm off to wash the cat slobber from my neck and wake the kid. No time for the shower EW
Those two hundred words... I'll do them while I eat lunch.
Pamela, it's so true. You can't write if you don't have a life! The dogs make me nuts sometimes, but I wouldn't trade them for the world! :-)
ReplyDeleteA dog is on my wish list as soon as our lives slow down. I truly believe a dog needs more time than a cat.
DeletePam, I know you need time to write, and your life is busier than I can imagine right now---but dh is right, you need to take time for life. Not just so you can write about it, but because these precious times go past in a blip and if you miss them it's hard to get them back. The only other thing I can say is that cat knows who in the house is soft-hearted. LOL
ReplyDeleteI know. I'm having such fun. Mike is in cub scouts and on a soccer team, and last night I played Wii with him. I was Padme and I don't think I killed very many of the enemy, but we had fun.
DeletePS, as Padme, I spent most of my time falling off the Death Star because I couldn't control my MI.
Tyre sounds like my cat Angel who is giving me a cat stare down even as I type this!! Thank goodness for the individuals (2 legged or 4) who force us to come out of our book worlds and into our own!
ReplyDeleteYes, I thank God for them every day.
DeleteHa, ha, ha! Tyre sounds a lot like Stormy, my writing companion. He begins in my lap with his head on my wrist. I can still type under those conditions, but then he becomes love-crazed, rolls over, swings at my face, tail hitting the keyboard and causing Polish to appear on the screen. Eventually, I have to put him down, but he just sits behind the screen and watches me. Like Aimee, I wouldn't trade a moment of that disruption for the world. (I think you're so heroic that you get up early - I mean, early! - to get your writing done!)
ReplyDeletePolish! Is that what it is? I thought Tyre was typing bad words in German.
ReplyDeleteUgh. I don't know how you write in the morning. You're my superstar. I can barely shower and get out the door with a coherent thought.
ReplyDeleteLove the cat story. My cat doesn't usually interrupt my evening writing time, but the dog likes to sit right up next to me even if it means pinning my left arm down so I can't type. LOL. But we wouldn't trade our pets for anything, would we?
I didn't use to be a morning person. It came about because my husband gets up at 4:30. Yup, things change after your marry.
DeleteWe currently have four cats living with us, I feel you lol
ReplyDeleteLOL, and you managed a post for each cat plus the one you're about to get making the number five.
DeleteWe currently have four cats living with us, I feel you lol
ReplyDeleteWe currently have four cats living with us, I feel you lol
ReplyDeleteWe currently have four cats living with us, I feel you lol
ReplyDeleteWe currently have four cats living with us, I feel you lol
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