Someday I Will Miss When He Made it Impossible to Work
It’s inevitable that whenever I lay out a pile of papers to do some research, or, like here, my music in order to practice, a cat will immediately come over and plop himself down on top of whatever it is I’m working on. When I still bought newspapers they were an especially favorite cat resting spot. Anyone who has a cat knows this. You pull out a newspaper and a cat appears out of nowhere, jumping up. Forget trying to read.
I say I will miss this because I’m haunted by this touching, brief obituary someone once wrote for her cat, and she had a caption under his picture which read something like “Sitting on my work for over” X years. The point was, it’s annoying today, but you’re going to miss it when it’s gone. I know I post a lot of pictures of Finney sprawled wherever I’m working, it’s because ever since that obit I find it kinda poignant. Except when he spills my coffee.