Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Can a dog do what a cat did?

Many years ago, I mentioned to my mother that my cat, the Mighty Boswell, had a habit of climbing into my lap when I was working on my novels. A charming image -- except Boz was nearly twenty pounds at his maximum fighting weight and had an irritating habit of hijacking my computer to write letters to the New York Times. Mainly complaining that I didn't feed him enough. (I wouldn't mind, but they published three of them.)

Mother had this original porcelain sculpture made of us at work, by Andrew Bull of Sittingbourne, in Kent.

Alas, Boswell took the Great Nap a few years ago, and has now been replaced by the Divine Leila, the Overbeast (aka Gretl Kibbles Sherlock Bones Indiana Bones, Mistress of Squirrels) also a rescue animal, but of the canine orientation, a regular visitor to this blog.

(She's doing quite well in her typing lessons, but she keeps spelling "necessary" with two c's.)

The author at work, about 1995

1 comment:

  1. I'm going to comment on my own post. Look at the picture of the cat, and look how much has changed in less than twenty years. The monitor is a CRT. The mouse isn't wireless, the phone isn't cordless. That wheel is a card Rolodex. The little bookcase holds CD-roms on the bottom shelf and iomega zip disks for backup on the top. And I still haven't tidied my desk.