Fog is lovely on autumn scenery, but not so lovely inside my brain. Need to do a bit of fog-dispersion, here.
Mimi-cat perches atop her cat tree, gazing out at the same scene--but she is focused on chipmunks, not memories. Heh.
I wonder if chipmunk-hunting might improve my focus?
Myles says feeding-the-cats would do the trick. But he suggests this solution for every dilemma I face. He is another focused cat, purposeful and determined toward his ultimate goal.
Monte is meatloafing on the back of the sofa with his stripy tail curled around his feet. He looks content and a bit foggy-brained, himself. But he meets my gaze and blinks at me sweetly.
His spotty coat is back to feeling silky-soft and shiny, and he is actually putting on some plumpness--this is my cat that resembles a white cheetah, so plumpness is a welcome anomaly!
I wonder if I can rewrite/edit a chapter of my book before the official Feed-the-Cats hour? Focus, like Mimi on a chipmunk or Myles on tuna-dinner-in-a-can--that is my goal.
Do any of you readers have secrets for regaining focus on your work, whatever it may be? Please share!
|How Mimas and Myles share the cat tree|