I blame my family's cat for all of my typos. (Just kidding!) Seriously, whenever I return home from being on the road, I must face my furry friend. (When I'm away, the laptop seems almost serene!)
For some reason, Oliver thinks he's a secretary. Suddenly, in the midst of serious writing, my fingers feel fluffy paws. Then emerald eyes meet mine.
I will now allow you to experience firsthand what I've described: Oliver is going to type something for you and I'm not going to delete it. Here's the work of my typing tomcat:
ghb;'/.fg/.vb' p;d[v" dolxdc;xl';/ol2309fd;csdxl;bnfdckijghbtyghl;...................lk,,,,,mcvlk,k,l m.
Now, he'll look at you like he looks at me:
"See?" says he. "I'm an author, too!!!!"
It's a good thing I'm an animal lover. :) I particularly love dogs, but I can enjoy cats, too. Oliver is a lot like a dog...except he gets on my keyboard. Dogs simply don't do that. (Another winning point for dogs!)
Paw and pen in hand,
Stacie Ruth
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