The Writer's Bane

On a cold, rainy day such as today, what is a kitty to do except jump up and sleep on his mom's computer, despite the fact that she had only just gotten up to fetch a glass of water and had every intention of returning to get some writing done?

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(The above is Blizzard the cat's masterpiece in the middle of my new manuscript. I hope you enjoy it. Poetic, isn't it?)