Daylight's Haven

I am apparently motivated by cute kittenness.

Has anyone else tried Written Kitten? It rewards you with a new cat photo for every 100 words you write and I think it might have actually cured my writer's block. I didn't think I'd be able to write anything today and suddenly I have a 1000 words.

I think my cat's annoyed at me because I wouldn't share my sausages.

ETA: All is forgiven. I made it up to her by sharing my muffin.

Congratulations to me. I've just experienced my first hard drive crash. I'm now on my rather quirky old computer which I'm so glad I hadn't gotten round to getting rid of. Haven't decided what to do yet and not sure how bad the problem is. Almost everything irreplaceable is backed-up (except for one story which I've been working on this month. Damn it!). But none of my music or video files were backed up. *sigh*

On a lighter note, I woke up during the night, turned over and heard a loud thump. Looking over the side of the bed, I realized I'd just knocked off my cat. Luckily, she forgave me, jumped up and went back to sleep on my shoulder.

1) According to a recent study, many cat owners/lovers have the parasite toxoplasmosis gondii running around in their brains trying to change their personalities. As disturbing as I find the idea of a parasite in my brain, this might explain my weirdness.

2) According to Stats Canada, heavy internet users are ones who spend on average an hour and a half online per day. What does that make me? An extremely gigantic megalithic user?


Elsewhere, writing. ..

Writing? Was I supposed to be writing something?

What the hell did I do with the next chapter of OAR?

I am writing another entry because frankly, though I'd really like to get up and make myself dinner, my cat is fast asleep on my legs and is much too cute to disturb. This is not unusual. 80% of the time that I'm on the internet there is a cat on my legs. I say legs because she will not sit on a normal lap. She likes to stretch herself out along my legs so I have to prop them up on the chest near my desk and boy do my legs get sore after a few hours of this. It's also rather awkward for typing because I'm sitting at 90 degrees to the computer screen so I have to twist my body to type. Personally I'd rather sit cross legged on top of my chair when writing. (I never actually sit normally at my desk or anywhere else for that matter) But when I sit how I want, my cat jumps up on my desk and sits there looking at my legs expectantly until I sit how she wants. So now I am stuck under a cat who keeps twitching violently as she dreams.

Anyway, her name is Ginger (I know not very original). She is sixteen. I have had her since I was 9 years old and she is the cutest thing in the entire world. And here's the proof:


PS: Good news: She finally got up! Bad news: My legs no longer work.