Hi all! Today I have the honor of introducing you all to two very special pets, belonging to Shelly Arkon, a very special writer.
They’re a regular feature on Shelly’s blog, so go check them out at home. 😉 OK guys! Take it away…
Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: The Goddess of Inspiration Within
SPAL: (Talking to himself) I wanted to thank the nice lady, Misha, for inviting my little brother, Hair Ball and me to guest post on her blog today. Mummsy would’ve of done it but she’s more than knee deep in edits and rewrites.
HB: (Comes running into the kitchen) What? I heard my name.
SPAL: (Looks up from the keyboards) I’m writing our post, stupid.
HB: What about? You being a pansy.
SPAL: No. About mummsy’s muse.
HB: What’s that?
SPAL: Well, in the Webster Dictionary it says (He fingers through the book) One of the nine sister goddesses of the Greeks and Romans presiding over the arts, poetic inspirations, a fit of abstraction.
HB: What’s all those big words suppose to mean?
SPAL: It means, stupid, I’m the ninth sister reincarnated. When mummsy wrote her first chapter I was there. Whenever I’m around she writes.
HB: She writes when I’m around, too. She even play acts her scenes out with me. I don’t see her do that with you.
SPAL: (He raises his nose in the air) Well, mummsy and I share a special bond together like me and the goddess of poetic inspiration. We don’t need to play act anything. All I have to do is be around doing what I do best.
HB: What’s that? Being a pansy?
SPAL: My thoughts are mummsy’s. All I have to do is breathe in her direction and they whisper into her head.
HB: That explains why you’re a pansy then. You’re really a girl covered in all that fur.
OK then, darlings. I’ll take it from here. 😉
I have a grey cat that also stares at me over the computer. Maybe she thinks she’s my muse. Maybe she’s practicing her jedi mind-control. Never can be sure. Anyone have pet writing companions?
Have a great weekend!
Thanks for letting your pets visit, Shelly.