Why is a cat like a book? Take 2

Kitty O elected to spend last night in the great outdoors beyond the back door. So when I woke up with morning, I did what any good parent would do, I called him.
Kitty, Kitty O, Baby....
No response.

So then I did what a writer ought to do: I went to my computer and turned it on to start writing.
Nothing.
Just the blank screen.
Lots of letters on the keyboard, none forming at the tips of my fingers.
Fingers quiet.

No wonder a book is like a cat! Neither respond....unless they wish to do so.

Kitty O sauntered in a few hours later -- apparently he was ready to come home -- plopped himself on a chair and proceeded to snore.

I guess my fingers will fly across the keyboard when they are ready to do so. No amount of staring at the screen, no cups of tea, no telling myself to seize the moment because I have the time to write and who knows what tomorrow will bring -- none of the above have led to a single sentence.

Then again, earlier in the morning, when the sun was still bashful in the sky, I called Kitty, I shook the bag containing his dry food....nothing worked.

All in its time, both the cat and the book.