Karin Tabke inspired me to write about my kitty--er--writing partner, Thistle. Here he is in his "desk chair". That's my former desk chair, which he took over. The blanket is merely for his comfort, fortunately it also catches all the hair he sheds. Ack! I never had dustbunnies as large as the hairballs that roll around on the floor from this cat. These hair/dustbunnies must be caught in a steel trap.
If he doesn't feel like giving me writing ideas, he may snuggle in the sink, or drool over birds he sees outside the window.
I featured him in one of my stories. He plays the part of the heroine's cat. His role..."Thistle," naturally and he does what he's best at--demanding food, immediately!!! Yeowling and headbutting someone's shin.
When Thistle heard I was interviewing authors on my blog, he became jealous, so here goes...
VS: How did you come by your interesting name?
Thistle: Well, first off, it had to have a Scottish sound--er--meaning. And you know that beautiful white fluff that flies around in late summer carrying thistle seeds on the wind? That's what my hair looked like when I was a wee kitten. But most importantly, I am prickly, like the thistle. I like to bite and scratch (until you had my claws removed, you meanie!)
VS: I prefer to keep the new leather furniture intact, thank you very much.
Thistle: I'll show you. I still have teeth. And back claws. (evil little snicker)
VS: Okay, great. What is your biggest fear?
Thistle: How dare you bring up the vacuum cleaner?
VS: What is your favorite thing to do, besides sleep?
Thistle: Eat. Oh, that was a trick question, wasn't it? I'll have you know 16 lbs is totally in the normal range for felines of my disposition. I have big bones...and a lot of fur.