The cat, Oreo, that let’s me occupy her house has now decided the chair – which was the only thing in the entire home which was solely mine – is pretty cozy. We’re sharing for now. But I foresee a future where I will write on the floor and she will supervise from above.
Oreo already dictates when I can and cannot work. Although, she did send me a Valentine this year, which makes her less of an evil dictator. It read:
(Outside) Today I though about clawing you to pieces and feasting on the remains. But I didn’t.
(Inside) If that’s not love, what is?
I’ve made a static page here that will feature cat’s and their writers. Whether you are a writer or not, if you’re owned by a cat in your office send a photo and I’ll add it.