This morning, while I was writing, one of my cats tipped over a glass of water onto my notes and keyboard both. While I sat there, yelling like an idiot, Katrina grabbed a bunch of paper towels and got to drying everything out - pausing only long enough to ensure I'd saved my progress before she swabbed the sodden keys.
That's just one of several thousand reasons I'm glad that I'm not doing this alone.
So, fellow writers, if you don't have yourself a Katrina, I suggest you go and get one. Stay away from mine, though - the last thing I need is for her to realize just how damn out of my league she is. And let's face it, my keyboard probably wouldn't last the week.
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That darn cat!
I know what you mean, though. Don't know what I'd do without my Bill cheering me on...
This is one of the many, many instances in which Kat could rightly point out that the feline in question was picked out by me, not her. Mostly, she points that out at four in the morning, when said feline wakes us up craving attention, whilst the cat she picked out sleeps peacefully at the foot of the bed.
It's sort of astonishing to me that I'm the one that gets the credit, when there's almost as much Katrina in my stories as there is me, AND nine times out of ten, she's the level-headed one, whereas mine is the head things would likely roll off of (thanks, BTVS, for the turn of the phrase).
I think it was your cat's way of telling you that you should have taken time off to meet us for lunch. ;) (Actually, lunch was canceled... I'll let you know our rain check date so you can Saran wrap your keyboard that weekend!)
Are you implying my cat is part of some horror-publishing cabal, and that their ultimate goal is to lure me out for pizza? I always suspected...
Hey, you picked it out.
The Horror Publishing Cabal is very seductive. I was first inducted when I published my horror rag. Come join us Chris... I know all about "the well" remember.
And in case you haven't guessed, all cats are in the cabal.
Hey, I have a Katrina too! Only she's the Janeen model. The crux is they know we're a few hundred leagues below and they put up with us anyway. Just be thankful you did something right in a past life.
Hear, hear on the thankfulness. And I should have suspected your involvement -- it's clear you and Binkley were in cahoots to force me to buy one of them newfangled ergonomic keyboards, so I could suffer right along with you. Nice try, mon frere, but I'm onto your game...
As an insurance professional, may I say that it brightens my day to hear that a Katrina actually averted catastrophe? Perhaps we've finally gotten past that whole hurricane-thing!
-Josh
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