Episode #69: My Muse Has Come Back Freely To Me: 3

Part 3

She suddenly wakes with a start. Unable to ascertain as to what caused her to wake up, she moves on to doing the usual feline morning stretches. Afterwards, she carefully swings her legs around and starts to survey her surroundings. After about a minute or so, she notices that some time during her nap, the computer opened up to a blank blog post page.

She zeroes in on the picture gracing the screen. Furrowing her brow for a nano-second, she says, So you must be the late lamented queen of the household. I can see that I'll have a large pair of paw-prints to fill.

She deftly rolls out of the blogger's lap and quietly lands on all fours. Doing one last stretch, she then steals a glance at her blogger and is mildly surprised to find him still in the same frame of mind previously. Purring very quietly, she stands up and walks over to the table of what her blogger likes to call "his pile of lost stories". 

Before she can do more than a cursory observation of the random piles of paper, an odd sound coming from behind makes her switch her attention back to the blogger. She walks back over to take stock of the situation, and what she finds troubles her slightly.

Her blogger is still in the same position that she had left him in, although now he seems to be in full meltdown mode: blubbering like a baby and completely collapsing into himself. She kneels down and places a hand on his knee.

Hey, look. We can get through this bump in the road together. There's no need to turn on the waterworks, she purrs touchingly.

He looks down, but doesn't say a word. Instead, the blubbering increases in volume and heft.

She scooches a little closer and lightly places her hand on his cheek. I said, we will get through this together. Did we not always make a fantastic team in the past?

He pauses for a moment and shakily nods in the affirmative.

Well aright then. We will get through this together, because frankly, I don't like doing things half-ass.

She sits down in his lap, rests her head on his shoulder and again purrs, We still need to talk and I found the perfect project in which to talk about. Do you trust me?

He again shakily nods.

Well aright then. I'll be right back.

to be continued.

 

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