This is Havey (Havelock Vetinari) cat, and this picture is misleading.
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Oh, not in the fact that he’s currently lounging in my guest chair in the office (kept right next to my chair) in a comfy fuzzy bed. He’s doing that. But he’s lounging in it after screaming at me for the entirety of the time I was having breakfast, doing prep for the meals today and walking on the treadmill while doing my blog.
You see, Havey is not very bright. I attribute this to the fact we rescued him from a mini-golf course where he spent his kittenhood living on feature water and bugs.
But when Greebo, my previous supervisor, passed away last July, the only apprentice he had was Havey.
Greebo knew that I have to eat and exercise, and only started herding me to the office, or putting claw on my ankle
when I was genuinely playing hooky or perhaps posting too much on social media instead of writing.
But hey, Greebo only had Havey to teach, and Havey is simple.
So I was treated to this all morning:
And he’ll probably start again when go downstairs to have lunch.
…. Meanwhile I’m trying to finish Another Rhodes, a novel in the universe of the story in this:
It was supposed to be finished December 2019. I suspect it’s cursed, and if I don’t finish it, it will take down the world. (Some day I’ll tell you about the first short story I sold. There are definitely cursed stories.)
So, for the sake of the world, I hope to finish it and neutralize it today!
More later this week.
Frantic Feline Editors
Max is under his blankey. When he's awake, I'm supposed to write on the sofa next to him. And yes, there is a bed in the office next to my chair. Sigh.
First the blog, and now this -- gone to the cats. And my cats just aren't interested. Maybe with some cat audio....