I’m a writer. When I sit down to my desk that’s what I want to do. Write. My beloved cat always has a better idea, she walks all over my desk, knocks pens and papers on the floor. She can be a real nuisance, and then I can’t find anything. I lose my patience. After so many years of cramming my things wherever and no space of my own, I finally have one. Or at least I thought I did.
One morning, with my coffee in hand and some chocolate of course, I went in to sit down at my desk. Princess, that is her name jumped up on the desk and made herself at home. Now what am I supposed to do? I left the room, went downstairs to load the washing machine. Perhaps I could get something done, but the more I thought about it, that’s my writing space. I decided to move across the room. Now this is not a large space, by the way. I moved about 7 feet over. I gave up the window view, gave up the cool breeze blowing in when the weather is nice and then had all the work to do to move everything. Well, that move only across the room didn’t sit well with Princess. She sat up there on that cat tower of hers and scowled at me for at least a week. Now Lizzie, my other cat who is very sweet and happy, she didn’t seem to mind at all. Good for her.
So, after all the struggles of moving things and rearranging, the dusting, the conflicts with the laptop and the printer, the move is done. I’m not thrilled, but I guess it’ll have to be. And then finally I sit down to work on my book project and there is Princess, at my feet. She wants me to pick her up, and of course make room for her on my desk. My work space is small, the room is small, so of course I bend down to pick her up and there she is, on my desk. After she has a snack or two, she curls up in a ball and goes to sleep. She still throws things on the floor, still tries to order on Amazon, and there is the fur. But she’s so content. This is every time I sit down to write.
It’s not about me, or my space. She doesn’t care if I write or even get anything done. She simply wants to be with me, her human mom. I do love my cats, they are my babies and they are special. Let’s just say Princess won the battle, and let her have her way. I’m good with that. I could have left my desk where it was, because she was going to move anyway.