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

Dobby stands up on his hind legs, reaches up and touches Mom's elbow. “Come on Mom, the cup is empty, it's time to write.” Dobby sits at her feet and quietly waits. Mom is emptying her mug in a contented manner, the moans and groans are audible. Lowering the cup on to the table Mom licks her lips with the pleasure reminiscent of a lipstick commercial or an adult movie. “That was so good. I love chocolate.” “ I know Mom.” “ Chocolate makes me happy.” “ I know that too Mom...” “ Is there any more chocolate?” Mom asks. “ No,” Dobby answers “that was it.” “ Okay fine.” Mom says with a smile. “I get it. We are out of cocoa. What else is there?” “ Nothing.” “ But what about?” “ No.” Dobby says. “ And the?” Mom asks, getting more nervous with each answer. “ There's no more, you finished that last week.” “ I KNOW!” Mom looks at Dobby with hopeful smile. Dobby looks back at Mom and shakes his head no with seriousness. “

“Mom? Mooom!” Dobby calls jumping on Mom's head as she is sleeping. “Dobby, you're standing on my hair. What is it?” Mom asks yawning. “It's time for the blog. You can't go to bed until you write something.” “I know that. I was just...resting my eyes for a minute.” Mom says as she stretches from her long nap. “You slept so long I thought you would never wake up. Were you practicing?” Dobby asks. “Practicing?” “ You know... ” “ No Dobby I don't know.” Mom says. “ For when you're dead.” “ 'Cuse me?” “ Well you have been really tired lately. You keep saying things like, “I hope I don't have to do this again anytime soon and Just kill me now why don't you?” “ Dobby, I was talking about painting the bedroom. It was a more labor intensive task than anticipated. Who knew forty year old paneling could be so dry and moisture repellent? People say things like that when they are frustrated, taking a m

“Dobby kitty? Where are you kitty?” Mom walks through the house looking for Dobby. She finds him asleep under the bed. “You didn't come out and say 'hello'.” Dobby opens one eye and glares. “Why would I? You didn't miss me.” He says. “Of course I did. I miss you every time I have to leave the house.” Mom says. “This is it, isn't it? It's over between the two of us. I'm being...replaced.” Dobby says accusingly as he crawls out from under the bed and slinks past Mom before she can pick him up. Mom follows Dobby through the house. “Dobby, you're my kitty. My baby. You will always have a home with me. What is this really about? I know this is scary, all of the furniture moving and everything but I told you I'm painting the bedroom. We are just changing things around a bit. Nothing more.” “ Really?” Dobby asks in a flat tone. “Why did you come home so late last Monday?” “ I was working.”

Mom is in her pajamas, laying on the couch, propped up against a pillow under a blanket and sipping a cup of coffee. Dobby makes his rounds through the living room rubbing against furniture and books watching Mom drink that first cup of coffee. Jumping on to the couch, Dobby makes another quick jump over Mom's legs and on to the back of the couch. Settling himself in a Sphinx like pose on a tan colored lap quilt folded across the back of the couch with his back to Mom. Dobby being a V.I.F. (Very Important Feline) appreciates Mom's extra special attention to the details that make his life bearable. Mom takes a moment away from the coffee to reach up with her left hand and scratch Dobby's back for him. Dobby turns his face to her, glares and slaps at the offending hand with her tail. “Okay. I get it. Don't touch you,” Mom says pulling her hand away. “I know what you're thinking Dobby. I haven't written the blog for this week y