Uncle Harold says the problem is that Delilah and I aren’t collaborating, which means working together. He says we’re fighting (no kidding) and we need to decide what we want to write and how we want to write it. He also said that we need to do some research because he was talking to Pop (that’s Chester, the really smart cat we live with, remember?) and Pop said they didn’t wear togas in ancient Egypt, that was ancient Rome, and a lot of other things don’t exactly make sense either. Like the big wooden horse was from Greece and not Egypt. And the ancient Egyptians worshiped gods, not dogs. (If I’d had anything to do with it, they would have worshiped dogs!) And Nefertiti was King Tut’s aunt or something, not his daughter, and he didn’t think King Tut had any kids at all.
Picky, picky. Does anybody really care? I mean, this isn’t a history book, it’s literature! Besides, do Uncle Harold and Pop honestly think we have time to do research? Don’t they know how many naps I have to take in the course of any given day? I hardly have enough time left over to eat, let alone write. Sheesh.
He probably thinks we should go back and revise. I hate that.
I’m going to leave everything the way it is. I mean, Pop could be wrong.
Besides, maybe my editor won’t notice.