I do not have writer’s block, but I do have a writer’s cat.  She is a two year old calico cat named Penelope.  When I sit at my desk and start to write the cat hurries up onto my desk to rest against the monitor and the keyboard.  Oops, here she comes.  She is here right now.  This is loving behavior as she rubs her scent on all things electronic.  But, as a writer,  her cuteness makes me lose all sense of what I wanted to write about, which is why I am writing this now as her tail whips between the monitor and keyboard.