Saturdays have been busy for me for some time now.
Today, for example: after breakfast, get the car’s oil changed, do some grocery shopping, being taxi for someone else… and that’s just the start.
I was going to try and work on my novel, but guess who shows up wanting to help? My cat, of course.
She started out as a feral cat, but somehow adopted me. Only when it’s cold will she willingly get on my lap. During the summer she turns her nose up at me.
This is what it’s like living with a four footed furry child. They love you when you bring food, but that’s about it, unless you can do something for them.
Sometimes it is fascinating to see their primitive thought processes in motion.
She won’t like me when I force her off my lap. She’ll have to just get over it . 😉
So, here I am, working on a scene in chapter three, all curled up on the couch under a throw blanket (I won’t turn on the heater until after the temperatures stops bouncing up and down by 30 or 40 degrees). And who decides to come and “help”? Why my once feral cat.
She refuses to lay on my lap until it’s cold enough to have that blanket on my lap. Then she’s all lovie dovie. Before then she’s difficult to hold (she’s all legs) and wants out constantly. Now I’m all twisted with my laptop to the side and trying to write. She doesn’t care one whit about it.
oh well… I guess I’ll be doing that home version of yoga (and you cat owners understand exactly what I’m talking about!)