Kittens and writing don’t mix

I am having a glorious few days holed up Devon with my friend Bec who’s house/dog/kitten-sitting for a friend. The house is incredibly beautiful, the location is peaceful, and we’re both of us focused entirely on our separate projects. 

My aim is to completely (FINALLY!) finish the full first draft of This Book Means Business by Friday lunchtime. I’ve kept calls and other work to a minimum so I can focus on writing. 

And then this happened: 


What’s the use of switching off the internet to avoid distracting cat gifs when this wee thing is walking all over your keyboard? 

(In related news: I think I’m in love.)