A New First

So Dobby here we are.  We are officially a blogging team.  How do you feel about it?
    Dobby: (Closes his eyes in contentment)  It was inevitable.
 We can reach more people this way and I will spend less time at the computer.
    Dobby:  That's why I told you to do it.
 Sorry sweetie but I made the decision to do this.  I was playing with the idea and some really wonderful people encouraged me.  Here we are!  Wow.  Amazing.  Did you ever think when we started this we would end up expanding to a blog?
    Dobby:  I was hoping you would have gotten to the point by now.
(Rolls eyes).  We are having fun.  There doesn't have to be a point.  :)
    Dobby:  I am witty with a biting sense of humor.   You really couldn't do this without me.
 Not as well as we have been doing together.
    Dobby:  I am the driving force behind our success.
 What?  What success?
     Dobby: The success that is coming.
 Whatever.  Let's just have some fun.
     Dobby:  I think since it is such an important night I should pick the topic.
 Topic?
     Dobby:  We have topics haven't you noticed?
 Not really...
     Dobby: Let's try one anyway.  The topic is:  Our Dream House.
 Why?
     Dobby:  You have been helping Aunt Bridget look at houses.  It got me thinking about what I need in a home.  What I want?
 What you want?  You're a cat.
    Dobby: You just keep rubbing it in.  Every chance you get rub, rub, rub.
Okay what did you want for our "dream" home. (Why argue?  We are never going to have one.)
     Dobby:  I want windows so I can see outside.  Like I can here.
Okay.
      Dobby:  I like watching the big yellow thing drive up and the short ones go to it and get on.  I like watching the short ones come back too.
So you hope this house is on a school bus route.  I can live with that.
       Dobby:  Because I am so important to your continued success...
Success?  Where?
       Dobby:  (rolls eyes) As I was saying,  I want my own room.  :)
(Mom pretends to think about it)  No.  Next.
       Dobby:  Why not?
 You already have my room.  Why do you need two of them?
        Dobby:  Girls.
Girls?  Female kitties?
         Dobby:  The girls won't talk to you if they know you sleep in the same bed with your mom.  It's not cool.
(Thinking again).  Are you the same cat that was giving everyone advice about women just a month ago?  If I remember right,  you were even giving Nathan Fillion words of encouragement.
          Dobby: (Looks down)  Well, yeah but things have changed.
How?
          Dobby: The girls around here found out about that.  They decided I would have to work a lot harder to see any:  um...tail.
Seriously...
          Dobby: Mom...
You would go to all of this trouble to so a female cat will sit on the outside our windows and preen a little for you?
           Dobby:  Um...yeah.
How will having your own room change your life?
            Dobby:  It will be the smallest bedroom in your beautiful
picture perfect house.  (Mom rolls eyes).  It will have a floor to ceiling cat tower with toys, lots of levels for climbing and sleeping cubbies.  You know so I can keep in shape.  My litter box will be in there.  In a custom cabinet that looks a lot like the Batmobile.  The blanket chest will be sitting at the window with the best view.  When the girls walk by, I'll wave.  Turn around in a pretty guy cat circle and Meow to them,  "This is my room.  I have my own room."  I'll rub up against a bilingual sign (English/ Cat language--which is mostly 'meows' of some sort) that say DSP--Dobby's Scratch Pad.  Get it Dobby's Scratch Pad?  I'm a cat and we scratch?
  Of course.  Nice job with that.  What happens then?
              Then they say all kinds of things like, "I never knew you had your own room" and "You are the hottest guy on the block." After that they preen. (Dobby purrs).
That's pretty amazing.  I guess you'll just have to have your own room.  (I have been shopping for new dinnerware for the last two years.  How long would it take me to buy a house...oh well.  We're just talking about it for fun.)  Okay.  Now that we have that settled what I would like in a house is...
    Dobby:  Mom it's late we're out of time.
Really?  Crap.