Cats: the gift that keeps on giving

[desperance]

I still haven't got used to the fact that my office floor is all clean and open and uncluttered.

Neither have the cats.

In my case, this not-usedness manifests in the fact that I still scuttle strangely crabwise to the door in the dark, trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there.

In the cats' case, it manifests in lying sprawled in curious new places not hitherto accessible.

Which gives me a very good reason for strange crabwise scuttling, because yup: there are indeed obstructions underfoot. Self-motivated movable obstructions, never in the same place twice. Noisy when trodden on...

Also:

354 / 509 (69.5%)

I worked all day for 44 pages. I cannot believe how slow this is. Maybe I'm just making it loads & loads better...?

Comments

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

Absolutely you are. Never doubt it for an instant.

[triciasullivan.livejournal.com]

'trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there'
ROFL--oh, dear.

44 pages is a lot in a day. I mean, if you'd written 10 of them cold it would be a good day. Going over and editing 44 is very respectable.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

You are adding the French polish to the already beautiful hand-crafted work.
If there is one thing worse than helpful cats it's moving helpful cats. We have told you the story of Caspian, Rhani (a friend's cat) and the tabby stair carpet?