Lorna K. Grant
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Here she comes, straight for this comfortable chair and me. Double great.
She has that maniacal writerís gleam in her eye. Her ďmuseĒ must be
cooperative this afternoon. Why my human depends on a mythical creature for
inspiration when Iím right here is beyond me. That ďmuseĒ is as fickle as
that smooshed-faced kitten that runs around the house, thinking she owns the
ďCome on, Socks. Move, baby, so I can sit
down and write.Ē
getting too old to be moving from the soft confines of this chair to the
cold, hard floor. Darn! That dratted mutt is circling my human, looking
for a place to sleep. She always takes the blanket under the desk.
Guess Iíll just curl up next to her feet. Her so-called inspirational
figure will depart as she normally does, and Iíll take over, as I usually
What would she do without me?
The tap tapping of the keys has stopped and
my human drums her claws on the desktop. Not a good sign at all. I suppose
Iíd better see if I can get her back on track.
Itís worse than I thought. Sheís got that
rollercoaster game going. How am I suppose to give her inspiration and help
if her concentration is on some silly game and not the task at hand? These
humans are such complex creatures. Not at all like us cats. Weíre so
simple and easy to get along with. Well, I am at least. Those other two
cats are such nuisances and almost as brainless as that worthless creature
wagging her stub of a tail under the desk.
But I digress. My human needs me.
Iíll just curl up on the paper strewn across
the desk and paw through them. Maybe I can find something she can use.
Hmmm. Not bad, but itís missing something.
ďSocks, donít play with my papers. I had
Hrumpf. Like anything on this desk is
organized! It looks like a tornado blew through and left chaos in its wake;
or maybe those other cats chased each other over the top of the
desk. It looks more like the messes they cause around here. How can she
work with all this clutter? Books stacked on the floor; magazines and other
tomes opened and piled on one another, marking pages to read; sticky notes
stuck on the walls, desk and monitor; hand written memos scribbled on
anything that holds ink; pictures of flying machines and maps taped to the
wall. Sigh. It looks like the litter box after that princess of a kitten
has visited it.
Good. Sheís turned off that game and
returned to her writing. But all sheís doing is staring at the screen, her
fingers hovering over the keys. What has her stuck and looking so
Hmmm. Good. Not bad. Better. That could
use some work. Scratch that. Whatís the problem here? This isnít so bad.
Oh, my! If we cats could blush, I believe I
would be doing so right about now!
No wonder my human isnít writing. The
mating ritual of these creatures is very complex, indeed. How do they do it
with all those arms and legs and no fur? If they didnít have all that lip
touching and grooming and rolling around, it would be so much easier.
Humans are difficult, arenít they?
Wait. Now sheís turned on the music.
Hopefully this will help. Oh, yes, thereís Sarah Vaughn belting out ďíRound
MidnightĒ. What lovely sounds. Perhaps she was a cat in a former life.
And now, the low and sultry tones of Miss Ella Fitzgerald pour from the
speakers with ďCome Rain or Come ShineĒ.
Yes! Her fingers are flying over the keys
and the words are materializing on the screen!
NO! Donít stop! What are you doing?
Oh, okay. You can stop to pet me if you
wish. Iíll allow it this time. Just keep thinking about the story. Are
you stuck again? Letís take a look-see, shall we?
Good. Good. Funny. A bit rough, here, I
ďIíve been told I have the voice of an
angel,Ē Vicki purred.
Need a good come back line there, donít we?
Letís see, what would work? The two female humans are acting like a pair of
jealous cats fighting over a Tom. And that Vicki character isnít being too
subtle about it, is she?
Thatís it! Now how do I get the idea across
to my human?
Darn! All thatís doing is making her pet
me. Which I donít mind, but we need to focus here! Whatís that noise? We
canít be distracted from our work.
Great. Itís that little she-devil of a
kitten. What is she doing lounging on top of the monitor, her fluffy tail
twitching back and forth, like sheís the Queen of the Nile?
Hiss! Go away, you scrawny excuse for a
cat! Leave my human alone so she can work! And leave my tail be! It is
NOT a toy! Hiss! Hrumpf! Thatís better. Now maybe we can get something
ďThatís it! Thank you, Socks. Iíve got it
Why, youíre welcome, but what did I do? Not
that I donít mind taking the credit, but I have to make certain itís worthy.
ďAnd all the tact of a cat in heat,Ē Colleen
Why, yes. I do believe I will take the
credit for that little come back and stroke of brilliancy. Well, I guess my
job here is done. Iíve accomplished my good deed for the day and now my
human is busy at her keyboard, typing away as intense as that smooshed-faced
kitten chases moths.
But I suppose I should
stay close by--just in case my human needs a real muse.