Are You Watching Me Now?

Sometimes you need to have someone watching over your shoulder - encouraging me to do what you know I have to do -
which, in this case for me, is writing.So, meet Lilli. (She's French.) She is part muse, part watchcat, part taskmaster.

All female.

She sits with me when I'm working, and if I seem to be having a difficult time, will sit on the keyboard - although whether that is to encourage me to keep slugging away or to tell me it's time to take a break, I haven't decided yet.

When any of us are sad, or sick, she always knows and comes to snuggle next to us. At night, when Alain is home, she likes to lay by his feet on the bed.

She does cat tricks - although only of course, when SHE wants to. She can hunt like a lioness, and will chase Jon through the house when we say"Sic him Lilli!"

She also understands breakfast, and will go running into the kitchen anytime I tell her it's time for breakfast.She has a passion for raw green beans (not to eat them, just to carry them around and play with them!)

And we've learned not to leave the sack up on the counter, because as soon as your back is turned, she'll jump up and sneak one out of the sack and carry it out of the kitchen.She also likes to practice her tightrope walking on the narrow metal railing out on the balconies (and since our flat is 4 stories up, my heart is always in my mouth when I watch her jumping nimbly from one balcony to the next)...in fact, I'm sure she gets a perverse pleasure from knowing that.In all, she's a wonderful writing companion, and if she criticizes my work, it's always gently and with sympathetic eyes.