Ah, a writer’s life. People often ask if I have pets and if I do, do they inspire any of my stories? Well, I don’t have pets, I travel too much and besides, my siblings do. If I need a fix, I visit one of them. But about three years ago my little sis and her son came to live with me. They have a dog. Connor is a nice dog until I sit down to write. Then he suddenly has to go outside, then wants inside, then outside, then inside, then … you get the picture. Needless to say, when you’re trying to write, this can drive you nuts. Or so I thought until he came into the household.
Dot. The Destroyer.
Yes, he may look innocent, but he’s anything but. That darn cat thinks he’s a dog for one and will go on an evening walk with us for up to a mile from the house. And he wants to go every evening! And if I thought Conner the dog was bad about wanting in and out while I’m writing, he doesn’t hold a candle to Dot. Which is how the felonious feline got his nick name. He not only wants all your time and attention, he wants everything else too.
He thinks my bed is his.
He thinks every chair in the house is his.
He even thinks my luggage is his! I get no respect.
And he’s no small kitty so when he jumps on you (in the middle of the night, naturally) there’s always an audible “Umph!” on my part right before he paws at me to yes, you guessed it. Be let out. Not to deprive my sister of her share, he scratches at her door (she has access to outside from her room) until she slogs out of bed and stumbles bleary-eyed to let him in. Then the little devil comes right back into my room and the whole shenanigans start again!
To curb dear Dot of this habit, we stopped letting him out after ten. This of course was met with great protest on Dot’s part in the form of howling and whining and no shortage of pawing at one of us. After all, he deemed himself a handsome kitty and once he put us through our paces, some cute lady cat would surely want to spend time with him.
The neighbors had cute lady cats. They were quick to let us know that Dot liked to show up at five am and howl greetings at their kitties who often sat on a windowsill early in the morning.
To deal with this behavior, Dot got to pay a visit to the local vet. Enough said.
But that did nothing to dampen his dastardly ways. He comes into my room meowing, gets me out of my chair, (ALWAYS while I’m writing) and as soon as I head for the door, jumps into said chair and takes up residence. Grrrrrr. This goes for most of the furniture in the house. It’s one of the ways Dot likes to let you know you’re nothing but staff. Unpaid, of course. Isn’t that a slave?
And yes, he bosses the dog around too.
But I admit, as odd as he is, he grows on you. And, after demanding he pay his staff (he refused) I now boot him out of the chair at my desk, I don’t take him on trips no matter how hard he tries to stay in my suitcase, and I occasionally use him for a scarf. My nephew showed me what a nice fashion accessory Dot can be.
At least at the end of the day, the little fiend likes my books …
Have you ever had a pet like Dot? We’ve had quite a few over the years with interesting personalities, but Dot is one of the most unique. What are some interesting things your pets or your friend’s pets have done? I’ll pick a random winner from the comments below to receive an e-book copy of my newest release Hearts of the Sierra Nevada!