Lately, though, I’ve had company. One of our cats has decided his favorite place to be during the day is in my office.
There are three desks in my tiny writing cave, each with a rolling chair. Which of the chairs does Sandy want to occupy? Mine, of course. Whether I’m in it or not matters little to him. He merely makes use of his needle-like claws in my backside to get his point across.
Do I give in? Yup.
One reason is that I’m a cat owner who knows her role is that of support staff.
Another reason is that while I’m a person who is OK with spending hours alone at my computer, I welcome the company.
Besides, every now and then Sandy actually condescends to let me love him. I don’t know about you, but I can’t resist a cat in an affectionate mood. My furry friend must have a dog gene or two, though, because when I pet him, he not only vibrates with a purr one can hear across the room, but he also drools.
A third reason—one I admit only because you understand and won’t think me daffy—is that when I’m inclined to talk as I work out a scene or see how a line of dialogue sounds when spoken, I have an audience. Thus, I’m not really talking to myself.
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I wanna know . . .
Do you have a dog, cat, bunny, pot-bellied pig as a writing buddy?
What makes your pet such a good companion?
Does your cat drool?