Sir Poops-A-Lot
and Hairball.
They're a regular feature on Shelly's blog, so go check them out at home. ;-) OK guys! Take it away...
Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: The Goddess of Inspiration Within
SPAL: (Talking to himself) I wanted to thank the nice lady, Misha, for inviting my little brother, Hair Ball and me to guest post on her blog today. Mummsy would’ve of done it but she’s more than knee deep in edits and rewrites.
HB: (Comes running into the kitchen) What? I heard my name.
SPAL: (Looks up from the keyboards) I’m writing our post, stupid.
HB: What about? You being a pansy.
SPAL: No. About mummsy’s muse.
HB: What’s that?
SPAL: Well, in the Webster Dictionary it says (He fingers through the book) One of the nine sister goddesses of the Greeks and Romans presiding over the arts, poetic inspirations, a fit of abstraction.
HB: What’s all those big words suppose to mean?
SPAL: It means, stupid, I’m the ninth sister reincarnated. When mummsy wrote her first chapter I was there. Whenever I’m around she writes.
HB: She writes when I’m around, too. She even play acts her scenes out with me. I don’t see her do that with you.
SPAL: (He raises his nose in the air) Well, mummsy and I share a special bond together like me and the goddess of poetic inspiration. We don’t need to play act anything. All I have to do is be around doing what I do best.
HB: What’s that? Being a pansy?
SPAL: My thoughts are mummsy’s. All I have to do is breathe in her direction and they whisper into her head.
HB: Nah-uh.
SPAL: Uh-huh.
HB: That explains why you’re a pansy then. You’re really a girl covered in all that fur.
OK then, darlings. I'll take it from here. ;-)
I have a grey cat that also stares at me over the computer. Maybe she thinks she's my muse. Maybe she's practicing her jedi mind-control. Never can be sure. Anyone have pet writing companions?
Have a great weekend!
Thanks for letting your pets visit, Shelly. 
My writing companions write too laskdfaslkdasklfjlsdkfja;wkjfadfasl;dkfjasl;dfkj. I hope that isn't marked as spam... But that is what they write. It makes sense to them. They try to infuse my computer with their alien intelligence.
ReplyDeleteI'm laughing so hard, my ribs hurt. Good one Misha and Shelly. :o))
ReplyDeleteGreat post. I'm still laughing. :)
ReplyDeleteMy dog rests her nose just on the edge of my laptop when I write. I'm worried all the condensation from her breathing is going to ruin the computer one of these days, but she's too cute to shoo away.
ReplyDeleteThat was too cute for words. Thanks for sharing Misha. By the way there are some books on my blog that I'm letting go off to friends with SA addresses. Have you checked? And have you read that Kleinboer book?
ReplyDeleteLove this post! This reminds me of my own muses--Muffin and Millie, our two cats. Muffin, in particular insists on snuggling and being petted right when I'm in the middle of a writing epiphany.
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Hehe this was adorable. Out of our three cats I have one that tags along for writing sessions. He enjoys to knock the pen out of my hand and crawl into my lap for some ear scratches, but he's too adorable to push out the door.
ReplyDeleteThey're both adorable. And I don't think you're a pansy, SPAL.
ReplyDeleteMisha: Thank you so much having my two boys over. I'm glad everyone enjoyed them.
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Aw, I'm about to cry, because I used to.
ReplyDeleteThanks Misha for having Poopsie and Hairball as featured writers on your blog. I love them.
What a great giggle Poopsie and Hairball have given me. Too funny. Thanks Misha. I needed to laugh and you gave that to me today.
ReplyDeleteSir Poops A Lot is a name I could give my cute little rescue doggie. But we call him Poopy Pete instead.
ReplyDeletePets are so cool are they not?!?!
ReplyDeleteHaha this is so cute!!
ReplyDeleteFeel the force, Luke. I mean Misha. Feel the force.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet! I've got two cats that drape themselves all over the laptop. Every once in a while, I act out scenes with them too :-)
ReplyDeleteHaha! Very funny. I think I'd rather be named Hairball than Sir Poops A Lot...
ReplyDeleteCute and very original:)
ReplyDeleteHi Misha and Shelly.
ReplyDeleteGreat post. I used to have a sheltie. He would lay at my feet under my desk and I knew I was loved. I really miss him.
Wendy S. Marcus is visiting me today.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium
Misha, cute post. I left you an award on my blog!
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