Bartlett, one of my cats, is pissed off with me. Majorly so; and he’s giving me the cold shoulder. I catch him giving me dirty looks sometimes, too. Trust me, he’s very good at letting me know where I stand. Which at this moment in time is very low on his top-ten list of favourites.
I didn’t do anything per se, I swear.
Thing is, when I worked full time he was used to not having me around all the time. But in the six or so years I’ve been freelancing he’s become accustomed to me being home a lot more.
If I was going to be really honest with you, which apparently I am, I’d admit there are some days I don’t go out at all. There are some days I’m so busy writing I don’t ever get out of my Continue reading