It is that same cat that wandered into our home a few months ago. He is now our resident mascot. We tried a forever home with the stipulation that if it didn't work out then they'd just give him back to us. Well, it didn't work out, so they gave him back. We decided that fate, once again, brought the cat to us. Who is to argue with fate, am I right?
|Hi! I'm Gato. This is my home where I let my humans live and take care of me...|
The trick to writing at home with a cat is to keep him busy. So here are some things I've learned in dealing with Gato while writing at home.
Keep your cat distracted - get him a toy.
A long black string it my cat's favorite play things, but when I can't play with him, he's got to find a way to entertain himself. That's where the cat tunnel comes in. Best toy ever, complete with hanging ringing toy in the middle. My cat loves it. He even falls asleep in it. And you get used to the jingles.
|Tunnels!!! This never gets boring...|
Hold onto those cardboard boxes.
Not sure why, but Gato loves them. He gets excited when the mailman hands me a box from amazon. He waits while I open it, and when I set it aside he goes nuts.
Don't feed him in the morning until you are ready to write.
It's as if the sound of your fingers burning against the keyboard is an open invitation for the cat to sit on your lap. Ever tried typing with a cat on your lap? It's not easy when it's a 13lbs long-hair chubby wubby. My arms are only so long.
|Your typing is an obvious indicator that you |
want me to cuddle on your lap...
Feeding him gives me some time since he tends to lick himself for several minutes afterwards, and then he wanders about the house as if he's walking off the calories. A long cat nap usually follows, and mega writing time.
Let him play the piano!
If it means he will leave you alone, let him walk along the piano and hit all those f-flats. The hairs on the back of your neck get used to it. Usually, it ends with him scaring himself silly when he hits the low base keys, and then he hides for an hour or two. BOOM! Writing time!
|This is Catcierto #5 in C Major...|
Put the litter box far, FAR away.
The sound of shh, shh, scratch scratch, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, scratch, scratch, shh, shh, shh, scratch, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, scratch...
Exactly! It's incredibly distracting. And the smell can knock even the most concentrated writers right off their chairs.
|It wasn't me! I'm too cute to create stinky odors....|
Whatever you do, don't let the cat take over your seat!
For some odd reason, Gato wants to sit where I sit. He has his own bed, and a seat we've dedicated just for him, and several other spots he lounges upon, but he wants my seat. He wan'ts to be the boss. It's so bad he sometimes fakes a lap cuddle in the morning and sneaks behind me and wedges himself in my chair. I mean, you're not human dude! I'm the boss. ME!
|Um... excuse me... this is my seat...|
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This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop.
Even cats want their humans to write great stories.