I got nothing

I've been trying to think of something important or profound to write about since I've had a run of fluff it seems.

But I'm coming up blank.

It's probably because I'm not really that smart or profound to begin with.

Recently, I've been going through one of those "I-hate-my-job" periods. I don't want to do this much longer. But I don't really have a lot of options. This whole "best-selling novelist" thing is taking way too long.

I was discussing this with a collegue and we've decided that we are 1) too ugly for flat-backing, 2) too old for pole-dancing, 3) too moral for lobbying 4) too tired to become self-made millionaires.

That leaves the lottery.

Or cat psychic. You know, like that crazy lady on TV? I could come to your house and "talk" to your cat, find out that he hates your smelly feet and that's why he pees in your shoes and solve all your feline problems.

Only thing is, I'd be afraid the media would find out about my totally psychotic cat, the Amazing Shrinking Sutu, and I'd be portrayed as a fraud. But in my defense, he only acts crazy when anyone else on the planet is around. When we are alone, he is totally normal. I swear!

So, she asked, fishing for ideas, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"


Thor sez: Have you considered Cat Calendar photography?

Edit: OH MY GAWD. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Today, I write the words: I got nothing. Then I realize that today is the one-year anniversary of this blog. This was the day of my first posting. What does this mean? Have I run out of things to say? Is it the end of Kittens of the Keyboard? Can I realistically still call it that when said kittens are a year and a half old and weigh 12 and 11 pounds each? Stayed tuned for the answers to these questions, mindless cat pictures and random mutterings.