The cats have nearly forgotten who I am. I've basically been the fly-through-and-fill-up-the-food bowl girl this week. In fact, a couple of nights ago, I walked into the bedroom and saw Kaegan sacked out near my pillow.
A little too sacked out.
You need to know that one of my greatest fears of adulthood is coming home to a dead cat. I'd have to call 911. I don't do dead things.
So when I saw the very sacked out Kaegan, I began calling his name in a somewhat desperate fashion until I saw his ear twitch.
Whew.
Feeling guilty about my lack of involvement, I decided to stretch across the bed and spend some quality time with the little guy. I was there about a minute, just listening to him purr...telling him how much I loved him...when I felt something moving.
Under me.
I didn't know Braeya was napping under the covers.
WOOPS!
So that's been the cats' impression of me this week. The girl that flies through, fills up the food dish, yells at and suffocates perfectly innocent nappers.
But my absence from home was well worth it. I was able to attend a writer's conference this weekend! I went last year and thoroughly enjoyed the workshops, the contacts, and the great advice offered by writers, agents, and editors. This year felt a little bit easier...a little more comfortable...since I knew more of what to expect.
My mind is already overflowing with ideas for my next steps (and, not surprising to many of you, my latest idea to redecorate the office). Time to reload the "writing coffee" jar and get busy!
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2 comments:
Oh, those poor kittehs! You know they are going to play off your guilt to get some major Christmas goodies this year, don't you? heh heh!!!
It's great you were able to attend that conference. I look forward to reading more of you expressive creations! (That means "you write good"!)
Oh they always get major Christmas goodies. Their mama spoils them. You know...before squashing them.
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