It is a well-known fact: writers often hang out with cats and cats like to be around writers. When my boyfriend and his cat became my roommates recently, I thought: « Cool, I’ll have a cat hanging around my desk all day. He’ll keep me company and I’ll become this very prolific writer ». Yeah, right (on both counts).
Spiff le chat does not seem to care about my writing at all. My old cat used to sleep on top of my 512K Mac, but now I have an LCD flat screen so there’s not much room or heat to attract the kitty. I tried to put his bed next to my chair, I’ve put a cushion on the corner of my desk, I’ve even tried a pile of papers for him to climb on: forget it. He’s not interested, unless I let him sleep over my wrists while I type. I think he’s secretly planning on giving me carpal tunnel syndrome. Just for fun.
He spends most of the day on the couch, looking bummed out like he does in this picture, and once in a while he likes to freak me out by chasing an invisible creature around the basement. Or better yet, he opens all the closet doors, knowing that it will spook me once I come downstairs for lunch.
I would liek to finiz`sh this post1i2 but the cat i?s on my wr90ists again.
