liz.rusby
Contemplative
This is not so much a cat as the idea of a cat. It’s the idea of a warm spot in the sun on a winter afternoon. It’s the idea of soft and supple, and a tail to curl around one’s body. It’s contentment and half-napping. It’s a purr manifest in flesh.
Writers, it’s been said, like cats because they are quiet creatures, lovable and wise; cats like writers for much the same reasons. There are times when the act of writing makes a writer almost indistinguishable from a cat. Quietly inhabiting a warm spot in the sun, half-napping, lacking only the tail to curl about the body.
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