This guy popped out of nowhere after 30 or so years just when I needed him most.
He looks like a dapper old cat, but what you can’t see … what he’s hiding behind his back … is his secret weapon.
And exactly what I need right now.
A pencil sharpener.
It’s hard to explain exactly why I found him where I did (inside a personalized pink plastic container holding personalized pink hair ribbons), but I’m not one to question serendipity (okay, I am.)
It just so happens that I’ve been desperate for a good pencil sharpener lately.
If I had my choice, I’d get a vintage one from a 1950s midwestern schoolhouse and hammer it into my kitchen wall — BANG BANG BANG — but those guys seem to be going for big bucks on ebay and anyway I need mine to be the travelin’ type.
And this dandy cat looks ripe for travelin’, don’t you think?
He needs to fit in my handbag, the one holding a heavy spiral bound notebook with a hard cover decorated in mandalas.
I’m writing more by hand these days, you see. Not because I want to. (Frankly, I prefer the feel of a circa 2005 keyboard against my rapidly tap tap tapping fingers. I also covet the ability to quickly delete the last thought I just had. See? I just deleted a thought you will never know.)
But because I’ve accidentally become a poet: a compulsive stringer together of words. And poets (potentially the most compulsive artists of all) need at their side a means to satisfy their urges.
A computer won’t do. One needs to get down words with haste.
A smartphone won’t either. My thumbs are too thick, too clumsy. “Bogus” accidentally becomes “booger.”
If only I had a secretary by my side. … the cat would surely do if only he was alive.
“Please, kind sir, take down this line,” I might say to the cat if only he could lift his hand away from his orange man purse and take dictation. “No, strike that! Change compulsive to inveterate.”
That pencil sharpener is just the kind of thing I like. One of my closest friends is a small penguin with an electric fan on its nose
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He sounds like a total doll, your penguin, and a perfect companion for my dapper cat! They should go out for drinks.
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I’ve been thinking about unplugging completely (gasp!) and just carrying a notebook and pencil around with me. But I don’t think I can quite do it. It’s a nice thought though. In the meantime, my fat thumbs and I continue to wrestle my thoughts down onto the mini keyboard that is the iPhone screen.
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It’s not easy — the pencil. My wrist gets very tired. But I obsessively love erasing. the sharpening and the erasing soothe my ocd mind. 😉
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Jen, I wish I could write by hand. Love that little pencil-sharpening companion.
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Isn’t he a cutie pie? And he works so well I was surprised to find a “made in china” imprint on him. But maybe made in china meant something else in 1980.
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