All writers should really have a cat. It’s probably the single most important part of writing. You see, I do most of my writing sitting on the couch with the cat sitting in my lap while I type away.
There is a bit of a learning curve involved, especially when your cat is on the larger side. Interestingly, when we got the cat, she weighed over twenty pounds. She’s now down to a svelte thirteen pounds. Although to be fair, the thirteen pounds feels a bit less svelte once she’s been sitting on you for an hour and your legs start to fall asleep.
But the cat likes to sit with me. She nestles onto my lap and rests her head in the crook of my elbow while I’m writing. She often purrs, which I find soothing. I don’t know why.
Of course, sometimes writers can have too many cats. (Looking at you, Hemmingway.) Luckily, in my experience, one cat does not lead to another. My cat is an only cat and is very happy as such.
Also, my cat is helpful when I’m not writing, because she is always eager to sit on the laptop. It’s okay, because she fits on the keyboard. Mostly.
Incidentally, if you ever get an odd message from me, it’s probably actually from my cat. Sometimes she has to circle the keyboard a couple times to make sure she has the most comfortable sitting position.
I tweeted yesterday for #pitdark and sent out another query letter today. And now, I probably should get back to the most writerly part of writing—actually writing. I’m hoping to finish up my Fiercest Chicken book within the next couple months. Unless I start a new project for NaNoWriMo. We shall see.