Writing With Cats

I am sitting at my computer, pecking at the keys with one hand, because the other hand is balancing a Siamese cat on my shoulder. His name is Yulie. I’m getting good at this one-handed thing. I’m also getting good at talking on the telephone over a purring, talkative Siamese, who has much to say and no intention of not saying it. Draped over and completely covering the 30-day calendar on my desk, is my 2nd cat, Ellie. I’m not so good at pushing her belly out of the way to write down upcoming social events, or work deadlines on the calendar. She doesn’t like to be disturbed. Elle, 1/2 Egyptian Mau and 1/2 Sealpoint Siamese, maintains that there is no need for me to have any obligations, anyway, other than rubbing her belly or tossing one of her toys. We’re at a stalemate over this but Ellie has the upper paw.
My husband says I spoil them. I have no idea where he gets that idea from.
What’s that Yulie, time for a treat? Coming right up. Don’t move, son. I’ll bring it right to you. Where’s that itch, Ellie? Let mommy get her backscratcher. Time to be brushed or have your nails clipped? I’ll drop what I’m doing and get right on it.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes. My husband thinks I spoil them. Honestly. Men.

7 responses to “Writing With Cats”

  1. Heather! We must be related. My cat Buster is sleeping on a stack of file tubs beside me. He's actually snoring. Come to think of it, he snores a lot. Do you think he's trying to tell me something?!

    Great to meet another cat-lover.

  2. I have a calico cat and a chiweenie (I hope I'm safe posting that I also have a dog amongst the cat lovers above. 🙂
    I love my pets. My cat is very independent and not a 'lapcat' but my dog who is only 8 pounds is on my lap constantly and she absolutely hates my computer! she's very jealous.

  3. Cats are the descendents of gods, so of course they know we humans are far more inferior in the over all scheme of things…but they are also psychic sensing when you really NEED to give them a deep body rub. Of course the're right. You may not have realized it, but they can read your aura and know you need them to climb up,drape themselves within a comfortable reach of you, close enough you can release the stress of pounding out those niggling ideas on your keyboard.

    Admit it, you feel much less frustarted, much happier, and more at peace after they have allowed you to use their agile bodies to rub your worries away.

  4. My dear two Pats,
    Great to read about your own charmers. Life would certainly be an empty place without our beloved animals, wouldn't it? Anyway, I may not get quite as much writing done with them around, but who cares?

  5. Hi Heather! We've had cats ranging from Russian Blue to Abyssinian to Siamese to "mutts". Our current group consists of three Tonkinese brothers we obtained from the breeder at different times. We had only planned to get one, but hey. Tonks are a cross between Siamese and Burmese, and these guys are the most sociable, intelligent cats we've ever had. They turn lights on and off, open and close doors, and unravel the toilet tissue when we forget to hide it. Right now they're sleeping in their bed in my office. Spoiled? Oh yeah. But so am I for having them.

  6. I have cats; know exactly what you mean. I also have dogs, two to be exact. One is a treasure. He doess everything as directed. The other is also a treasure; we do everything as he directs. Of course, as he is approaching one hundred fifty pounds and not yet a year and a half, this growing 'boy' gets lots of attention. Teddy (named when he was a mere thirteen pounds and a lovable fluffball) is good natured, playful, and for his bulk eats modestly. Well, other than all the shoes, belts, and other non-food items he's gorged over the last year…
    Back to cats, I've learned you don't live with them, you live around them.
    Pat Dale