Notebook: Bad Cattitude

Me: “Get off Boris!”

Sometimes, life is difficult for felines – particularly felines who live in a household of writers. Sometimes, they have have to really grab the attention with both furry paws.

At the moment I’m correcting the page proofs of my book, which means that Boris is in a colossal bad mood with me. I come home from work, eat, and then sit down to work again on the lounge table. This, in Boris’s view, is not good enough. What Boris wants is food, play and unlimited access to the outdoors, not boredom in the purdah of a writer’s lounge. Or should that be purrdah? (sorry).

The good news is that I’m almost finished, which means that Boris can soon get back to lying in the corner of the garden where the sun warms the brick wall of the house.

It’s hard work, living with writers.

Boris: “Enough already!”