Apr
6
2005
I don’t have writers’ block. I have the neighbours’ cat, Charlie, who comes into our house when it’s raining, climbs on my lap soaking wet and purring, digs his claws in and demands to be stroked, NOW.
How are you supposed to write around a big tabby ball of sodden fur and kneading claws?
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Speaking as one who writes with a full-time live-in adolescent moglet, I think the only answer is to accept that you have to give cats quality time (and biscuits) on demand. They are then happy to curl up in the warmest spot in the house for hours on end while you get on with writerly things
Why not strike a deal with the czt? You pet it, and it does the typing for you. Cats have been known to write some pretty amazing things.
Marc, lol. I remember a great book which according to its title was written by a cat. Well, maybe you’ll just have to do plotting during the visits. (I’m a cat person, so it would hard for me to put that pet away).
archie and mehitabel. actually written by a cockroach. no caps because when you’re a cockroach you can’t hit the shift key and the letter at the same time.
I’m allergic to cats, but I once tried to let my belly button lint type a chapter for me. Too light to sufficiently press the keys, it just sat there, looking at me like, “Are you kidding me with this?” Sorry Julie, I know this probably is no solution to your actual dilemma, perhaps the cat may do better.
Stop making me laugh when I have to pee, you guys.
The dilemma has been solved…cat has worms. Cat is banned from the house until I can’t see little white things squirming on its butt. It’s tough, but if I wanted worms, I would have adopted some.
Marc, you should buy that lint a dictaphone.
That is my problem every day! And he sits ON THE LAPTOP!
Pfft. One measly cat? Well, one wormy cat.
Count yourself lucky. I have to write with Pippi on my lap nibbling her stitches, Piggy winding round my legs and headbutting my knees, and Minnie flinging spitwads down at me.
You’re luuuuuuucky.
(Worms: tell owners to worm it. Not good for kitty….)