Compost: My noisy cat

April 15th, 2008

I don't know why my cat Mab makes so much noise. Surely by this time she knows I cannot understand her? Perhaps she just likes the sound she makes, halfway between a squeak and a scrowl. To me it's an annoying sound like fingernails down a blackboard or a baby crying in an airplane, from the seat directly behind you.

There she goes again, interrupting my writing; it's a squeal this time, reminding me of a teenager's whine, that meaningless voice of anger and disappointment with parents, wanting nothing so much as recognition of how pissed off they are.

Mab makes me scribble off-balance, but I'm going to try to write through it anyway, no matter how unbearably trivial it may seem.

2 Responses to “Compost: My noisy cat”

  1. Terri Says:

    How do you do that? Write through the noise? This is my biggest obstacle.

  2. Kim Says:

    Hey Terri,
    It sort of depends on the kind of noise … I can’t write through others’ conversations, television, or any music with lyrics — anything with words will scramble me. But I can write through classical music or instrumentals, in fact I often write better when listening to this kind of music. Now my cat sort of falls in the middle — you can’t exactly call her noise “words”, but I know she’s saying SOMETHING, and I often keep trying to figure out what it is, even though I know I can’t. Other times, though, I think of her noise as humming, and this doesn’t bother me as much.

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