All you cat owners know that your pet’s mind is a mystery. But sometimes its deportment and its habits provide clues. My cat, Dougal, has, for example a habit of taking over my manuscript on whatever surface it’s laid. There may be acres of lie-downable space to hand, but – plonk – onto the manuscript he goes; and, for all I bloody well know, muses on key relationships and melodic lines.
But – like his staff (me) – he goes all “Fuggit. I’ll finish it tomorrow… I’ve got more important stuff to do…”
I could get out a new page or two of manuscript and wander off somewhere quiet, but My Cat The Composer will not leave me to my own devices for too long.