Katya Graymalkin here.

Mom is away today. She’s up in Madison, Indiana, at That Book Place, selling and signing books with the Southern Indiana Writers Group.

Meanwhile, I’m here pounding the keys alone. I ought to clean up this office a little. It’s a mess! I don’t think Mom ever puts anything away, she just adds to the stacks. I try to help, but every time I knock something over, she just picks it up and puts it back on the stack. Maybe if she came home and found everything on the floor, she’d get the message.

Do you see what I mean? How is a cat supposed to get any work done in a mess like this?

I suppose I shouldn’t get too irritable with her. She didn’t say a word, the last time her computer stopped working and she found out it was because the fans were totally clogged with cat hair.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR CATS: You knock something off of somewhere.

KG