Writing with Cats
Cats don’t have masters, they have slaves. They don’t come when called, and when they decide they want your attention, nothing you do will change their mind.
I live with three black cats. I find it simply amazing how my biggest cat, Fiona, always knows the absolute worst time to interrupt when I am writing. And she doesn’t just walk up and say, “Hey, can you pet me?” Nope, she jumps on my desk, and paces back and forth over my computer. And if that doesn’t work she’ll sprawl across the keyboard and purr until I stop and pet her, as if it were her royal right. How long does this required fawning last? Until she decided she’s had enough of me and hops down, leaving me a layer of fur to clean up.
On the upside I always feel a little better after our forced bonding sessions. I’ve found that the simple act of petting a cat, or dog, or any pet for that matter, can remove even the deepest anxiety’s of life if I let it. Even if I’m really not in the mood for it.
So the next time your cat, dog, or any other pet wants your attention don’t just push them away. Take a minute and give them some love. I guarantee they’ll give it back tenfold.