My assistants are not nearly as helpful.
Meet Josh. Josh is my alarm clock--he enjoys waking me in the middle of the night to let me know his food bowl is empty. If I don't respond in a timely manner, he starts chewing on my books. Sometimes, he likes to supervise my writing, and his contribution generally involves pawing at me or rubbing against the monitor. Very inspiring.
You've met Toby before. He has decided that he needs to sleep right next to me on the couch, pinning me into one position and giving me a hurt look if I decide, for the sake of my circulation, to move. Very thoughtful of him.
So those are my furry little helpers. I get a kick out of them, even though they are high-maintenance goofballs. Do you have any four-legged assistants? How do they 'help' you write?