I dare you to tell me I don’t have the cutest cat eveh. I dare you!
I have more than one, you know. There are eight kitty-kats that run this house. I am subject to the whims of each and every furry paw. They crawl into my lap when I’m trying to finish an important scene. They bat at the pointer on my computer screen. They lounge on the terminal and curl up on the satellite receiver. When one of them, Wiggle, is hungry he steals paper from my printer page by page and scatters them all over the house.
Yes, I have eight cats.
I can even herd them. People say you can’t do that, but I say you can. All you need is a little cat food. They herd just like a bunch of tiny, furry, meowing cows.
Seems like most writers have cats. I find it interesting that so many writers seem to share this common masochistic love of felines. I love them so much I named myself Bast.
Or maybe the truth of why we love cats lies somewhere in this quote…“Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance” – Dan Greenburg
Yeah. Blogging, too.