Gah, I have to break my blog silence. Not that I’ve been avoiding it. It’s just something that can’t be expressed through a Facebook update or a twitter. Those sites have almost eliminated any use for me blogging. But this must be told to the world.
My cat loves my WACOM.
I have two theories why. Cats are notorious for being sensitive to “chi” or the flowing energy in a room. The “center” of focus. Usually of humans when they don’t mean to focus on cats. Two people sitting on the floor playing a card game will quickly draw a cat to walk over and, without hesitation, the cat will flop down and purr at all the attention it’s found. My WACOM is such an example. It’s the centered with my body, between my hands, and I am always doing something important with it. Zoe will not sit beside it. She will not share an edge. Right in the middle. The half-inch thickness makes all the difference to her, preferring it to the flat desk. At least Anara has the decency to give me a change and just walks by, nuzzling against the pen. It’s developed into a “think fast” athletic excersise.
The other theory would be the signal the wacom sends to bounce off and interact with the wireless pen. Cat massage? Tanning bed? I don’t know. And this mostly happens when I’m working on a paying assignment. But where is she while I wrote and drew this? Clear across the room looking out the window.
What a princess.
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