My Writing Career Is Over

Charlotte The Kitten has taken over the keyboard.

My concern is she's writing her memoirs (or posting spoiler information about B3).

We found each other at the Middletown Humane Society Saturday afternoon, and I promptly brought her home (well, after filling out all the necessary paperwork).

vaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (Charlotte just wrote that).

Charlotte's interests include purring, cat food, sitting on my lap, and biting my right thumb (which may also shorten my writing career). She's seven or eight weeks old, and is a summa cum laude graduate of Adorable Kitten School (although she took most of her course work on line).

She bears a resemblance to Marvin The Martian from the Bugs Bunny cartoons, and Marsha was one of the many names I rejected before settling on Charlotte. Other names included:

Caper (short for Catherine Parr, the last and best of Henry VIII's wives)

Linzie (Phil Linz was one of my favorite New York Yankees, but I was concerned people would think her name was Lindsay, which would have been okay, since John Lindsay was one of my favorite New York City mayors, but it wasn't going to be worth the aggravation spelling it out all the time)

Ruffles (the white hair on her neck looks like an Elizabethan ruff)

Luna (my friend Pam's clever suggestion)

Daphne (because I like Daffy Duck)

Lawki (in honor of Life As We Knew It, in case you couldn't guess)

Twili (in honor of This World We Live In)

Jane (my friend Geri suggested that one, but I'd already decided on Charlotte, which is pretty funny, since my late cat Emily was named for Emily Bronte, whose middle name was Jane)

I also researched names of moon goddesses, but they were too complicated. Actually, I'd been hoping Daphne was a moon goddess, but she was nothing more than a nymph. No insult intended to any nymphs who might be reading this.

Charlotte and I are in obviously in those first magical infatuated moments, and I'm sure I'll come to my senses eventually (or when she starts rewriting B3 even while I'm working on it). Meantime, I'm putting off starting B3 (originally scheduled for Monday) until Wednesday, but that's because I now have a couple of things planned to do with and for my mother, Monday and Tuesday.

Besides, who wants to end the world when they have a kitten on their lap!

ETA to add a couple of pictures of Charlotte on the printer next to the computer screen showing the blog entry about herself.

Also, when I was talking to my incredibly tolerant friend Christy, I remembered some more names I'd considered:

Mrs. Pynchon (Lou Grant's boss and a great name for a cat, but not a kitten)

Miss Georgina (from Upstairs Downstairs, and a little too much of a mouthful)

Fleur (from The Forstye Saga, and definitely under consideration for about ten minutes)

Miss Lonelyhearts (a fabulous name for a cat, if you're feeling depressed)