There’s lots of stuff out there about how writers and cats go together.
It’s true – the two creatures have similar natures and habits. A lot of that has to do with quiet and contemplation.
You might also notice that this is always about cats and never kittens.
This is our New Kitten, officially named Jackson.
I finally managed to get this photo, when he ran out of energy and got a little sleepy. I have requests for video. So far, this is the best I’ve managed:
It gives you an idea of the eternally moving target I’m dealing with here. Is he a good desk companion? Oh yes! Every inch of my desk, all the time. Keyboards are for walking on. My face is right there for loving on. He goes for my tea. I move it to the other side. He follows. I move it back. He follows. Persistence, thy name is Kitten.
So, yeah – my even, pleasant rituals are shot all to hell. If I’m not trying to see through a tail, I’m mediating conflicts with Isabel, who is decidedly cranky about the whole thing. Here was her statement from last night.
Hint: look at the end of the near canale. Yes, we got her down. She’s been up on the roof before, but we had to get out the extension ladder last night. Just so I would know that she is DISPLEASED.
So, now I’m trying to get my schedule back into place – knowing full well I’ll lose it again, because I’m headed to Rom Con on Thursday. (Hey, if you’re coming, or are in the Denver area, stop and say hi!) I’m trying to be Zen about it all. My life is overall pretty even and peaceful – like I said yesterday, I don’t know how you people with little kids do it – and this kind of disruption doesn’t happen often.
I think that’s part of the staying the course with writing: knowing that sometimes different parts of life get in the way. And that’s it’s all good. All part of being a connected human being.
Just like getting back to my exercise routine after the holidays, to extend my recent analogy. Starting off slow and easy.
Working my way back up to full intensity.
(With only a little whining.)
I may or may not be snickering. Ah, kittens. How quickly we forget they’re little more than tightly wound springs, gangly legs and overwhelming exuberance. Good thing they’re cute. 🙂
Excellent description, Marcella!
Awww…adorable!
He really is, which is a good thing…