Gabby says “Hi.”
The pounding of my head and the strain in my neck are not from stress or sitting in my office chair, not today. It’s from Gabby.
She has been pushing “her” book and wants it released now.
This is a constant conversation. Everyday.
Gabby is becoming a starzilla!
Here’s our conversation.
“What are you working on?” Gabby asked.
“Today, my podcast.”
“Am I in your podcast?”
‘No.”
“Why not?” She shifts her feet.
“Because it’s not for cats, it’s for fiction writers.”
I feel her bore a hole in my head. “You need something Gabby?”
She moves closer.
“I don’t care about fiction writers. You need to work on my book.”
“I am a fiction writer for your information. Besides, your book is written already Gabby, you know that.”
“I haven’t seen my cover yet, where is it?”
“It’s done, I can show you right now if you like.”
She moves closer to the computer, stepping on my keyboard.
“Can you not put my computer in airplane mode, step back please.”
She steps back, hitting the number pad. Great, now my podcast blog post has Gabby’s signature all over it.
“Here it is.” I smile.
“I look great!” she widens her eyes. “What is that weird thing in front of me?”
“It’s a symbol of what the book is about.”
“I really look adorable.” Gabby moves in closer, smiling at the screen. She looks back at me. “Do you want me to autograph your copy?”
“Nope, it’s digital-only, and besides you already put your paw on my heart.”
“Wow, that is cheesy.”
I laugh.
Without missing a beat. “Are you going to tell people about my book? Put it in your podcast? I need to get a social media manager to promote it and someone from Hollywood to talk about it.”
Oh, good grief. “Gabby, I don’t know anyone from Hollywood, besides I thought you were a star. Just curious, who is paying for this social media manager?”
“You can take it out of the cafe’ money. They make a lot, it’s always hopping and I’m the most popular cat there. Hey, when will I get paid? I don’t think I’ve seen a paycheck. Royalties from the book sale?” She paw-pops her brother Baily on the tail as he walks by. He trills.
“Leave Baily’s tail alone. No, you don’t get paid and that money is not real. it’s fiction. That means fake.”
“I need some payment. Catnip? Treats? A cat tree? My life is not fake. You’re just being mean because you want to work on your stupid podcast and not my book release.”
“I’ll buy you a catnip toy if you let me get back to work. In the meantime, you are going to have to entertain yourself while you are waiting. These things take time.” I look at her.
“I’ll wait right here.” She sits down on the edge of my desk, paw outstretched trying to touch Baily.
“Seriously, how am I supposed to get anything done with your tail wagging on my keyboard?” I push her tail off my keyboard and she moves it back again.
“I’m dusting it. It really needs a good cleaning. Something you should do after you publish my book. While you’re at it, the desk needs cleaning too.” She pushes paper off my desk.
She blinks at me slowly. If she wasn’t so cute…
“My fans need me.”
“Your fans are enjoying Caturday Knife Special.”
“They need more. I am in demand.”
Gabby, your book is coming out on July 11th. Hang in there!
Fine, I’ve waited forever, what’s another day?”
She jumps off the computer table, more paperwork floating to the floor. I realize, my computer does need dusting.” Bailey trills. “Yes, Bailey, we do love our Gabby.”
Gabby wants, or should I say demand I tell you that her book, the “Curious Case of Mr. Buttons” is coming July 11th.
“Here is the link for more information.
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