Why does a writer have a cat?

when you want to write a novel of 20,000 words, a week goes by and only 3,000 words have been written, you feel like you're going to finish it.

start thinking wishful thinking.

"I need a new computer."

"No, I should buy a long pot and plant some succulent plants."

"in fact, there is the most shortage of a cat. That's right. I should have a cat. "

like this:

friend.

what happens when a writer has a cat?

the cat will lie comfortably.

you see it is so comfortable that you will want to lie down.

still want to lie down with it.

while some cats are like this, if you hold it for a while, it will break free and run to a sunny place to lie down and roll.

makes you want to roll, too.

then you will find the ground very dirty.

so start vacuuming.

after vacuuming, I dragged it twice by the way.

when I was about to lie down, I thought of dirty baskets and clothes.

Exhausted of searching for an outstanding cheap tea length wedding dresses? Fantastic collections are on hot sale right now!

I went to do the laundry.

I went back to the cat and looked up at the sky. I accidentally saw the plants in the floating window, so I went to water, weed and wipe the leaves.

all this has been done. Don't you clean up the desk by the way?

Don't you throw bottles and cans on the coffee table?

the cat is still rolling at this time.

you looked at it lovingly.

turn around and continue to clean up.

after throwing away the bottles and cans, put all the bits and pieces on the desk back into place, and you will see those dusty bookshelves.

the strange thing is that although you pass by them every day, on your way to the toilet, to the kitchen, to the living room and from home to work, doing nothing from the mirror from the wardrobe to the balcony and back to the wardrobe and back to the mirror, but you don't notice them at all.

well, now they're right in front of you, so eye-catching, so dusty.

so you pull out the books, put them on the floor, find a suitable dishcloth to clean the bookshelf, and find a hairdryer to dry it-after all, it's wood. Wipe one book or another with your hands-because you will get mold with a wet cloth, you can't clean it with a dry rag, and you will have respiratory allergy with a hair dryer.

after cleaning up this bookshelf, don't you care about the other ones?

of course.

maybe you'll also move the bookshelves and scan the cockroaches that have been killed by cats.

-hearing this, you may not want to have a cat.

No, no, my friend, it's not over. Listen to me.

if you really sweep the cockroach, you will smile at the cat at that moment. It lies on its back in a mass of light, squinting slightly and licking its paws.

you can't help loving: I don't usually buy you any toys, if not for a few cockroaches at home, alas.

when the cockroaches finish sweeping, the bookshelves are dry and the books are put back, you will suddenly regret it.

you idiot.

Why not clean up the bookshelf first and then vacuum the floor?

it's already too late.

you can only start vacuuming again.

Yes. Inevitably sucked to the bottom of the bed, a ball of cat hair floated out at the right time.

another ball.

Don't you clean the bottom of the bed?

in short, move the things under the bed first.

after all this is done, the cat gets up, stretches, and attracts a trace of your attention. Only then do you realize that the sunset is coming, and at the end of the day, it's time to eat.

so you go to the kitchen.

glanced at the gas stove and then turned to look at the pool.

they are greasy.

when you open the refrigerator, the expired food is full and the ice in the freezer is as thick as the palm of your hand.

by the time you realize it, you have finished cleaning up the kitchen and returned to your room.

the cat is still lying down.

you picked it up and lay down with peace of mind.

time 03:30 in the morning.

you plucked up the courage to get up and take a look at the computer.

A novel of 20,000 words, with a degree of completion of 3,000.

you are exhausted, pick up the cat, gently bow your head and kiss:

"it's a good thing I have you with me."

went to bed and lay down.

the next day.

the sun shines on the smooth wooden floor.

the plants in the floating window are hung with crystal dewdrops.

there is a pleasant breeze blowing outside the window.

-in the morning light,

cats will lie comfortably.

but what if you don't have a cat?

you, yes, lie down.

lie down until three o'clock in the morning, when I can't lie down any longer, pluck up the courage to get up and take a look at the computer.

A novel of 20,000 words, with a degree of completion of 3,000.

ah? How do I know that?

friend. I am, really, have a cat!