Asked the Psychiatrist

That’s exactly what I did!. Actually he is not my psychiatrist, just a good friend. Anyway, I explained to Siggie – short for you-know-who – about my predicament of why I don’t have time to write on occasions. He laughed. He then went on to explain that my problem was not in fact the multitude of excuses for not writing but my inability to relate to the cat. Well, you can imagine how furious I was with Siggie!. Even after I explained to him that although I liked the cat, writing was my first love. He promptly informed me there lies the problem as he had already stated. The cat!.

Einstein, my cat, was family. He ruled the house, slept where he wanted, ate when he felt like it, and in general, acted as if he owned the place. Siggie laughed when I told him this. He then suggested that I bring the cat in to see him so he could counsel it. Hey, who’s nuts!. Of course I refused. But then Siggie suggested I teach the cat how to use the computer, or even teach him how to construct and write a novel. After sarcastically informing Siggie that he should see a psychiatrist, I went home to my computer and Einstein.

There was no excuse for not writing even though I thought they were numerous. Nor was it my inability to communicate with Einstein. As far as I was concerned, we were buddies to the end!. Last night I sat in front of the computer screen and stared for hours. Einstein jumped up onto my lap, ‘meowed’ and curled up into a ball. Instant inspiration!. Einstein and I would write together as a team. Now I have no excuse not to write because my Einstein is a genius!. And Siggie – well, he is just a shrink!.