I have an announcement to make!!!
As everycat knows, Jack is my Food Lady-Mom's Artist's Model and Assistant. Whisper, the Grumpy Cat is My Giant the Grumpy Man's therapist. I am now one whole year old, and I decided it was time to find a job in my house, myself.
After much rassling with Jack, who told me I can't be my Food Lady-Mom's Model because I don't pose right, and don't take directions from the photographer (and I think because he's jealous that I'm the prettiest Queen of the Universe) I have decided that I don't mind my picture being taken, but I will not be a model.
And after much sniffing and pawing around, my Food Lady-Mom says I cannot be her Artist's Assistant, because it is not helping when I steal her strings and run away with them. Nor is it helpful when I yell at her to let me sit in her lap when she is sitting in front of one of her looms as there is no room for me. So I have decided I will not be an artist's assistant.
But I will still yell at her to let me sit in her lap, 'cause it's mine.
And after much meowing of questions all over the house at my Food Lady-Mom, and at Jack, and at My Giant, and at Whisper, and at the food dish, and at the chair, and at the birds flying past the balcony and at the dining room table, I have decided what job I can do.
I will be my Food Lady-Mom's Research Assistant, and Typist.
I am very good at keeping her in her chair at the computer writing, which is the hardest thing about being a writer, she says. Putting your booty in the chair and just writing.
I can also help her think about important things like the nature of community, and why her characters want to kill storytellers, and how to find good information on the innernets, and what alliterates with xylophone, and whether it's time to get up and give the kitties gooshy foods.
Being a writer's assistant is hard work!!!