Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : “Work from home” they said…
I’m working on book 18 of my “First Level of Hell” series and this has taken residence in front of the monitor.
Yes — it’s the Tiny Terror’s turn to stalk my keyboard.
As a reminder, Chili Coon Kitty (Mr. Hot Stuff) usually commands that space.
The scene I’m writing is playing in my mind like a movie, and I’m typing it out at 90 words per minute.
Yes, I’M IN THE ZONE!!!
Until the keyboard lands in my lap.
Did you know that cat feet can topple mountains (of information)?
Some days I feel like this is the only way I’ll be able to work without distraction.
Then I remember I have a door to my office and cats aren’t that heavy…
…but fingernails down a chalkboard have no chance against the irritating sound of cats yowling and scratching to get inside.
There is still one weapon in my arsenal: Food.
Cats are notoriously slow eaters. I might have 15 minutes to finish a paragraph, unless he goes to sleep.
As you can see — that didn’t happen.
Fortunately, I decided to write this post instead of standing guard over the keyboard. I think he recognized the WordPress Classic editor. He can’t do much to it that I can’t fix.
After that, I did the unforgivable.
I stopped to make breakfast, and didn’t give him any of it, prior to a chore harder than running a marathon.
From his perspective, I paid attention to dogs. From the dogs perspectives, a bath is the worst kind of attention anyone could give them.
The Tiny Terror left in a huff of protest, but not before licking up the remaining salsa on my plate.
He’s out there — somewhere. Waiting, watching…
I think he must have been a gremlin in another life.