Freddie curled up against my hip as I opened my laptop. I was sitting up in my bed, pillow at my back, a cup of freshly brewed coffee on my nightstand. Freddie had a full belly having just finished his breakfast so we were both content.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, leaning forward to delicately sniff my computer.
“I need to write my Caturday diary,” I told him. “It’s supposed to publish in a little over an hour. I’ve never put it off this late before!”
He frowned at me. “We’ve talked about this before. I thought you were going to try and get it done earlier?”
I sighed. “It was a long week.”
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He gave me a puzzled look. “If it was so long then you should have had time to get this done.”
“I—“ I stopped. I opened my mouth to try again, “That’s not—“
“Seems to me you were just being lazy.”
“No,” I said, mildly outraged. “I was too tired all week. I kept staying up too late because of the election and then—“
“If you were up late then you had time to get it done. This isn’t really that hard.”
We glared at each other. “I don’t have time to argue about this,” I told him. “I have less than an hour now.”
“You’d better get to it then,” he snapped, laying his head back down.
I stared at the blank screen realizing I didn’t even have a topic. “Shoot!” I said.
His head lifted again, “what now?” he asked.
“What do I write about?”
We both stared at the screen.
“You’ve always told me that people come for the cat pictures, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you really need a topic?”
“Huh. I guess not. Maybe I’ll just find some cute kittens to post.”
“I will never understand your obsession with our toe pads,” he told me with a shake of his head.
“They’re so cute!” I squealed. “TOE BEANS!”
He sighed.
“Hmmmmm,” he said, looking at the picture. “Maybe that’s advice you should have taken earlier in the week?”
“Shut it!” I told him.
“That’s not really a kitten,” he said, squinting at the screen.
“You’re all kittens!” I told him happily.
“I don’t talk like that,” he said, his cold nose tickling my wrist as he gave me a sniff.
“Some kitties do, I’m sure.”
“More like my razor sharp claws will hurt you, right Freddie?” I asked, giving him a playful nudge.
He gave me a withering look.
I leaned back from my computer and gave a happy sigh. “There!” I told him. “Done with a half hour to spare!”
His tail hit the bed with a thump, a sure sign that he was annoyed.
“What?” I asked him.
“You’re just going to do this again next week, and then I’ll have to calm you down and get you focused again.”
“Cut me some slack,” I told him cheerfully. “Next week will take care of itself!”
He got up, stretched, then nipped my hand.
“Hey!”
He did not acknowledge me as he walked away.
Happy Caturday, Peeps!