I sat down at my laptop this morning ready to write about this great new story idea I had. Or my new vow to let every complete manuscript sit untouched for a year before I review it for possible publication attempt. Or the fact that I just received a request from a third agent asking me for additional material.* But then I was interrupted by my cat.
Or rather, I was distracted by the intent body language of my cat, who was suddenly paying very, very close attention to the space under the chaise. I'll cut to the chase: it was a mouse. And it startled the living daylights out of me. And dealing with the situation took a couple hours. And the whole story is pretty funny, but I plan on going on in greater detail in the next Shadows On the Sound podcast, because this whole incident inspired our upcoming topic: Phobias.
No, I do not have a phobia of mice. But I know people who do.
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This is not my cat, nor is it my uninvited mouse. But this was definitely the mindset of my cat this morning, and if she wasn't front declawed** that rodent would be ribbons. |
*EXPLOSION OF CONFETTI!!!!
**I did not declaw my cat. She was already declawed when we rescued her from the shelter.