Waist-Deep in Cats

"A catless writer is almost inconceivable; even Ernest Hemingway, manly follower of the hunting trophy and the bullfight, lived waist-deep in cats. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys." 

~Barbara Holland (1933–2010), The Name of the Cat, 1988

Here's what happens when I try to work.  Or put my shoes on.  Or do anything, really.  

Not complaining.  Bragging, actually.  Haha.