This iconic photograph of Hemingway’s work table with one of his cats on it reminded me of my work table with my cat on it. I find the contrast interesting — Hemingway’s stack of papers and typewriter, my computers and paper-less electronic heat-producers. In fact, that’s why Sophie likes to hang out behind the computer, especially in winter: it is the warmest place in the flat. Every once in a while, when she’s awake and getting bored, she will take a swipe at the mouse, which is appropriate. In pre-computer days, when my writing life began, my work table looked much like Hemingway’s, although with a lot less mail. I miss it.
The Literary Feline