Resume The Position

I have drank my mandatory one cup of tea with almond milk- one and no more lest I give myself the jitters. I have eaten, ran one of our many feline muses to the vet and back for stitch removal, did a few jumping jacks to warm my bones and now I’m ready to sit down and write.

But first, we must resume the position.

Back supported, feet resting, fingers ready to fly. Now it’s his turn.

As I am the willow you are the tank. Elbows tucked, hips drawn forward, shoulders rounding over my knees. Head up and watching or head down and watching more slyly. Paws always politely tucked and tail bookmarking your place in my next. I pet you and you purr, content to wait with senses open and ready to swat any of the younger muses who might come and distract me away from my work.

Good kitty. I am certain you control gravity, if not always grace. This I know for sure for it is you who decides when I rise and when I write. A meticulous feline prowess that I will never fight unless my bladder tells me to.

Now if only you could keep me off Facebook.

[Pictured: Muse Mowgli, king of all muses with his ferocious albeit teeny meow.]