I saw a guy on the subway with a cat toy sticking out of his bag. It’d be a better story if it looked like something he carried around regularly and that wasn’t meant to be seen, but it was in its packaging and poking out of a shopping bag he had balanced on his lap.
He looked pleased. I wondered if the toy was for his own cat and whether the guy was excited to give it. Or if it was a gift for someone else’s cat, what makes a good cat gift, anyway? Was the human-cat relationship too personal to welcome the toys of another?
It seemed like the beginning of a writing exercise. Who was this guy and what was the story with this neon green feathered stick he was smiling over? It was the first time I thought about writing this week, and by then it was Thursday afternoon.
It was more of a work-emails-on-the-subway kind of week. A googling overnight-egg-casserole recipes kind of week. A wait-Christmas-is-how-may-days-away kind of week.
I didn’t write anything about the cat toy guy, but it was fun for a moment to think about his world. Does thinking about a fake writing exercise count as writing? Asking for a friend.
Week 95: Meow
Some everyday: No
Words: none!
See you next week.
It counts! The fact that you registered it at all shows your writer mind was open to ask writer questions. Cats and their people are an excellent place to start.
This was a weird and extremely satisfying read this week!