The problem is that the sunshine is all located in the back of the house near my desk, and when I tried to move her, she came back to her spot, plopped her butt back in the sunshine and glared at me with a defiant look of “all your sunshine belongs to us” on her face.
I decided that I really didn’t want to hear her wheezing in the background and moved her again. She came back. (I have no problems writers block and my stories, just my kitty cat.)
I texted my problem to my husband, but he only came up with the solution of “you could record elsewhere.” No! I told him. And that is when I declared war. On my cat.
At first I threatened her with the removal of the vacuum cleaner from the closet. She is a pretty smart cat and knows the phrase “vacuum cleaner,” but she is also a typical cat in that she believes our vacuum cleaner is a monster whose sole purpose is sucking out her soul. Showing her who was the boss, I removed the vacuum from the closet, but she stood her ground. She stared at the vacuum cleaner and then at me – calling my bluff because she knows I cannot run the vacuum and record a story at the same time.
I texted all of this to my husband, with no response from him. Guess he was in a meeting, because there is no way he would ignore a battle of this magnitude.
Eventually I bribed her with some treats (she is on a diet and will do anything for extra food). Future note: Her price is four cat treats.
VICTORY IS MINE! I texted my husband. (I am sure he was happy for me. See? I have no writers block issues over text.)
But, no. I celebrated too soon. I used the restroom and when I got back, Thai was sitting on my desk! DIABOLICAL! She was quite pleased with herself, purring loudly and fuzzing up my keyboard.
Well, played, Thai. Well played.