Saturday Night -- The Magic Door

Well Dobby,  it looks like Fall is coming for a visit.  The gray clouds have been drifting in and out all day.  I think they are staying for a while now.
   Dobby:  Why isn't anything written?
 Inspiration has to strike.
   Dobby:  I'll bite you if you think it will help.
 No thanks.
   Dobby:  You want to wait?
I'll ask you to bite me if I get desperate, okay?
   Dobby: (Muffled "okay")  Just sharpening my teeth a little, you know just in case.  Mom I have been thinking about the blog.  You started this blog with me and included a really bad romance.  Wouldn't more people read "our" stuff if we made the whole romantic story available?
They might Dobby.  That was what I was thinking about too.  I am trying to figure out how to post them in a way that can show up sequentially.
   Dobby:  We definitely need to start people from the beginning.  But how?
I'm trying to figure it out.  I'm reading the help section.  No luck so far.  I think it's a problem we are just going to have to keep working on.
    Dobby:  (leaves room)
    Mom putters on the Internet for a while thinking about how tired she is.
   Dobby: (looks in room--sees she is off Twitter and at Pinterest--smacks top of head with paw and runs it down his face in frustration)  That doesn't look like the blog.
 (Mom looks down)  Dobby I didn't see you there honey.  Isn't that pendant cute. It says, "If opportunity doesn't knock build a door."  There's a little pendant that looks like a door right next to it.  I would reference it as is appropriate for these things.  I am fairly sure reference guidelines have yet to be set up for Pinterest.
  Dobby:  I think it's time to bite you Mom.  You need to wake up and smell the coffee.
 No thanks,  I just finished my third cup.  So it isn't a coffee thing.
Dobby:  (leaves room--returns with wood, nails, goggles, a saw and a tool box--leaves and comes back with a radio)  Plugs in radio and cranks it...
  (Mom covers her ears)  Oh my ears!  What is that?
  Dobby:  Some music.  I want to inspire you.
To do what?  Leave the room?
   Dobby:  I'll turn it down.
You turned that down with the end of your tail.  Very good.
   Dobby:  I can use my tail sometimes.  It's a good way to compensate for the missing thumbs.
Nice.  (Mom is imagining things he might learn---scooping his own litter box,  fishing his own toys out from under the furniture...)
   Tap, tap...SMACK!  Tap, tap...SMACK!
Hey!  What are you doing?
   Dobby:  I am going to inspire you.
I think you should get a job at a local house for recovering alcoholics.  Every time they slip up you could go "inspire" them.  The person will have such a headache they will NEVER drink again.  (Dobby glares at Mom).  It was just a thought.  (Mom goes back to computer and pretends to be writing--looks over shoulder a lot to see what Dobby is doing--one hour later)
    Dobby:  Okay Mom you can look.
(Mom turns around to find a door)  It's a door.  A kitty sized door.  (opens door--sees wall).
    Dobby:  I built a door. I wanted to try a wormhole but all of that quantum physics might have taken years to work out.  You don't own this house either.  I would have hated if you had been sued because  I screwed  up.  This is how I feel about things:  I don't think you should wait for opportunity to find you. You should find it.  Actually you two should find each other.  I think this will help.
Sweetie...even with a door, which is the most wonderful creative door I could imagine--thank you; there is still a wall behind it.
   Dobby:  That's because it's a magic door.  It has an ultra-sensitive solar powered sensor programmed to detect opportunity.  When it detects opportunity it will make a sound like this, "(sirens)  Get up off your butt and open the door before opportunity gets away.  Don't wait for it to knock.  UP OFF YOUR BUTT!"
This will work?
    Dobby: (takes a knowledgeable defensive stance)  Mom,  I know what I'm doing.  Besides the fairies gave me the blueprints and assured me these magical doors work. (starts putting tools away-loudly)
Which fairies?
     Dobby:  You know, the fairies!  That magical crap is your department.  I am a perfectly normal cat with four paws on the ground.  I only do what any other cat does.
Really?
     Dobby: Ye-ah! (sarcasm...)  We don't do it around humans because you bug us enough when we're trying to sleep the way it is.