As I write, Artemis, I have slid your dainty paws off my notebook at least five times. I am trying to break through this wall in my head, but alas the only inspiration I have is you.

Your purring causes mini earthquakes across my written worlds.

The fur framing your delicate face is silver. Silver as the moon light coming in the window. Silver like the Greek goddess of ancient myth. Artemis. The name I chose for you. It fits. In all your grace and tranquility, you practically glide across the wooden floors of my writing room. As if you are the goddess herself, creeping through a forest hunting for an innocent creature.

Ones cat can be great source of inspiration. As I have so recently discovered.