Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“Mom? What is going on? Why aren't you typing yet?” Dobby asks entering the kitchen. Mom is looking through one of the upper cabinets. “Oh Dobby you scared me!” Mom says looking down at the ginger colored tabby. “You're thinking about that rooster again aren't you?” Dobby asks. “You would be too. I'm traumatized . Where's that tonic the therapist sent over?” Mom asks. “You don't need that stuff Mom.” “Maybe if I just eat something.” Mom says heading to the fridge. Dobby follows and they both look inside. “I don't know Mom. I don't really see anything in there. When did you cook last?” Dobby asks. “I cooked on...Monday!” Mom answers proudly. “What do you mean you don't see anything? Mom starts taking plates and bowls housing leftovers out of the refrigerator and setting them on the counter. Some produce out of the crisper too. “See kitty? I found supper.” Mom smiles. Dobby jumps up on to th

“YEAH! ALRIGHT!” Laughter emerges from the room where the computer is being housed temporarily. “Having fun with the computer Mom?” Dobby asks from his seat in the hallway. “Yes I am.” The sound of Mom's voice moves as she physically dodges weapons fire currently attacking her avatar. “YOU SNEAKY WENCH! You brought semi-automatic weapons to a hostage negotiation! I should have known that a hulking soldier like that was nothing but trouble. I thought I could trust my own sister.” Mom says as she returns fire. “Take THAT! HA! I WON! That will teach you to screw with me.” Mom puts down the controller as she leaves the room. “I'm hungry. That game took a lot out of me.” Mom says as she heads to the kitchen. Dobby follows quietly. “I'm really glad you and Internet could get back together Mom.” Dobby says quietly. Mom takes her attention away from the contents of the refrigerator to study Dobby's face. “Don't wor

“I really like this.” Dobby says to Mom. “What is it?” “Fresh air. I opened a couple of windows.” “Wow. Amazing.” Dobby says sticking his nose against the window screen and inhaling deeply. “I haven't smelled anything like this in ages. What kind of magic did you use? Did TP help?” “Nope. I opened them myself.” Mom smiles. “It is so nice. Warming. I feel so energized. It's like...I'm in the same atmosphere as the birds and the squirrels.” “You are and as long as the window is open you are breathing the same air as the birds and the squirrels.” “Cool. Why haven't you done this before? Opening the windows.” Dobby asks. “It was too cold outside.” “No before we moved here.” “You mean the sweet bungalow with three times as many windows as this house?” Mom asks. “Yep.” “Those windows couldn't be opened. Let's not linger in the past. Just enjoy the fresh air now. The windows may not be op

Dobby enters the den to find Mom typing at the computer. Tears are rolling down her cheeks, she is sniffing intermittently. “Mom what are you doing? I thought you were working on the new batch of cupcakes for Tinkletoes. We are still paying for my survival skills training.” Mom looks up from the monitor, drying her nose with a tissue. “Yes. I'm almost done. I just stopped to write a little poem to Internet. I miss it so.” “Do you feel better?” Dobby asks. “A little bit. Let me read it to you.” “Do you have to?” Dobby asks. At the exact same moment Mom starts reading her poem to Dobby oblivious to his last statement. “Oh Internet my darling. Come back to me my love. I miss you so very desperately. Let me give you a hug. I never appreciated you completely until you were gone. Please come back I need you! Don't leave me all alone.” Dobby sits quietly and listens...