Sunday, September 26, 2010

Temporary Setbacks

I have been remiss about writing. The fault is that of my cats. They plague me. They harpoon me. They rule me. They issue orders and commands from the time the sun comes up until late into the night; like Ebenezer Scrooge, expecting long hours of work in the cold, dreary room, with just a pittance for a candle and the rest for cat toys. Even when they sleep, they demand my attention. All I want to do is write, but they have other ideas. Schooner drops toys at my feet and expects me to play. Hobie feels the need to sleep nearby and occasionally flip his tail into me.

So, in order to get anything done, I must sneak away. This is temporary.
(Okay, yeah, I'm simply taking a break from the blog for another week or two. But it is so much more dramatic to blame it on the cats.)


  1. Pretty kitties! Every author needs a cat (or four, in my case). If nothing else, they're good for excuses!

  2. K. M.

    Thanks for understanding. You can see how vicious and disturbing they are. The one with the white paws is the one that likes to play fetch.

  3. Sweet babies! They look so benign; I'm sure you must be making it all up.

  4. Actually that was me (I?) that said that. It's just that I can't ever remember how to post comments's probably your cat's fault. Pam S.

  5. Pam,

    Do you see how dangerous they are? They sapped your ability to post properly. :)


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