Cramped working conditions

Sometimes I’m surprised I can get any words written at all.

Leo (silver Persian, chair) and Parker (gold Persian, desk) over see the first draft of I See You (Oracle 2) — Leo (silver Persian, chair) & Parker (gold Persian, desk) supervise the first draft of I See You (Oracle 2)

Yeah … I love every minute of it.

I mean, what else is the second (seriously hard) chair for?

Leo hates his foot

I’m not a hundred percent sure why, but Leo appears to loathe his left foot this morning.

I’m not sure what his left foot has done to betray him, but I hope I never step out of line far enough to receive that withering glare.

In other news, Happy Monday!

But, in real life …

I write stories of good versus evil, epic demon-infested battles, and life threatening scenarios. My heroes are loyal and stalwart, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for duty and morality.

You know, sword and sorcery saving the world with some chocolate and true love rolled into the mix. The battered and bloody hero always triumphs to win the day, the battle, and the war, sort of thing.

But, in my real life …

The cat always wins.

Even when voices are raised and pillows are being tossed at 5 a.m., or pages desperately need to be written, or the bathroom door has to be closed because there are guests in the house or a business meeting being conducted over Skype in the living room.

The. Cat. Always. Gets. His. Way.

And there are two of them:

Leo aka Mr. Monster and Richard Parker collude at the back window underneath the grow light while the tomatoes harden-off in the garden for the day. Note how they attempt to appear innocent when the camera is turned on them. — Leo aka Mr. Monster and Richard Parker collude at the back window underneath the grow light while the tomatoes harden-off in the garden for the day. Note how they attempt to appear innocent when the camera is trained on them.

I guess that’s just the life of a writer.

Leo moderates the blog

💞 I hope you’re all behaving yourselves while commenting on the giveaway post, because Leo has taken over moderating duties 💞

Cats don’t get coffee breaks

I just wandered down to the kitchen to make myself a hot chocolate as I do almost every day for my coffee break. Because his office is also the dining room off the kitchen, Michael and I tend to chat for the time it takes me to heat milk and melt chocolate. Today I was a bit earlier than usual, and Leo was howling from the laundry room.

The following conversation ensued:

Me: What is up with Leo?

Michael: He wants dry food, but it isn’t time for lunch.

Me: I guess it’s coffee break.

Michael: Cats don’t get coffee breaks.

Me: Yeah, their entire life is a coffee break.

Yes, I should be writing 😛

HAPPY MONDAY!

Leo in Repose

Leo doesn’t find the new sheets scratchy at all. Though watching them get torn off the bed at midnight and replaced with the old shredded-but-soft ones was probably seriously entertaining.

His owner, however, is not amused. She is a big fan of her (usually) comfy bed.

A conversation with Leo about the blueberry box

“That blueberry box is clearly too small for you, Leo.”

Leo blatantly ignores Meghan, even though she just so happens to feed him regularly and provide such things as blueberries boxes, looms, and other great places to nap.

“And it’s hanging half off the counter. You might tip and fall.”

Leo continues to ignore Meghan, who is obviously exaggerating as humans have such a propensity to do.

“Fine. I’ll just post a picture of you on the blog then.”

Leo, not even remotely motivated by this nothing of a threat, doesn’t bother to crack an eye for the pictures. What does he care of the blog when he has this perfectly sized box to nap in?