Catnip Roasting On An Open Fire...

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Unfortunately, tonight Dobby could not be with me for Saturday Night Silliness. His sleep patterns have been disrupted too much lately. He knows you'll understand. I wrote down a conversation Dobby and I had earlier today.

“Catnip roasting on an open fire...tuna fish nipping at my nose...” Dobby sings.

“Dobby what are you doing in here? What is that smell?” Dobby waves his paw over Mom's best skillet and sends even more of the odor her way. “Ah, I love the smell of tuna steak sautéed in catnip sauce on a cold winter's evening.” Dobby says. He is sitting on the kitchen counter, TP (the fairie) is standing on the step stool and a very tall stack of books. T P is holding a fairie size spatula that controls the movement of the food in the skillet. The food appears to be moving by itself.

“I'm making supper for you?” Dobby answers.

“No you are not.”

“Yes. I am.” Dobby says.

“I don't eat fish. Try another one kitty.”

“It's my Christmas gift to you. I want to share my love of fish.” Dobby sends more tuna smell over in Mom's direction. Mom makes a face. TP looks up from his work and nods his head for emphasis.

Mom sees a movement in her peripheral vision. Glances behind the faerie and says, “TP has his fingers crossed. Try again.”

Dobby looks down. “Okay, you caught me. You keep talking about how great a gas stove is for cooking. I wanted to taste the difference.”

“Dobby you haven't had much cooked food, only cat food. How are you going to tell the difference?” Mom asks.

“It's a cat thing Mom. I'll know.”

“You'll know?” Mom asks.

“Yep.”

Mom yawns and rolls her eyes. Gesturing at the stove and the mess in the kitchen. “Clean up the mess. You're not to do this again.”

“Mom, you have my most solemn promise. TP and I will never cook in your kitchen together again.” Dobby bows deeply in respect and TP nods with great seriousness.

“Okay. I think I'll go take a shower now. Please have this finished when I come back for coffee.” Dobby and TP wink at each other as Mom leaves the kitchen.

Tinkletoes comes in the kitchen through the opposite door. “Hey Dobby, when does the baking class start?”