Guess What?

“OW!” Mom yells.

“You can relax Mom the feline mind meld is over.” Dobby says.

“Why didn't you tell me how much it was going to hurt?”

“If you had relaxed like I told you it wouldn't have hurt?” Dobby responds.

“So if your body is relaxed, you don't hurt nearly as much when a Brahma bull comes charging through your cerebral cortex?”

“I don't recall it happening that way.” Dobby says.

“And John Wilkes Booth thought Lincoln had challenged him to a dual. I'm lucky I can talk.” Mom lifts her hands to touch her ears. “My ears feel funny. Tingly.” She feels something odd. “What the hell did you do to my ears?”

“A feline mind meld can only take place if you ears are pointy too Mom. (See The Quest For Dobby's Destiny Part 1) They should go back to the right shape soon.”

“I have pointy ears? Oh no! Are they bigger too?”

“No bigger than mine.” Dobby answers.

“Oh no! Not that! I wasn't that pretty to begin with.” Mom jumps up kinda slowly and hobbles to the mirror. Looking down. “I'm wet! Why are my clothes wet? How long did this take?”

Dobby takes his time answering. “About three days. Feline mind melds are in real time. You were unconscious, your body's systems kept functioning normally.”

“You let me wet myself?!” Mom exclaims, returning to the den.

“Your body stopped after it expelled the water you had taken in. So only for the first 18 hours or so.”

“How could you let me sit in my own urine like that?”

“I'm a cat! I don't have thumbs Mom. By the way, it has been three days, it would be so nice if you brushed your teeth right now.”

“No one stopped by?” Mom asks facing Dobby.

Dobby gags a little, turning his head away. “No. Tinkletoes had lots to do after spending all of that time with me while you were gone.”

Mom glares and heads to the bathroom for a toothbrush. Brushing her teeth, muttering.

“What Mom?”

“Okay fine,” between brushing intervals. “Couldn't you have stopped for bathroom breaks, teeth brushing.” Mom sniffs at herself and makes a face. “Showers?”

“I would have under normal circumstances...” Dobby answers.

Mom opens the shower door and turns on the water. She starts undressing. “I'm never going to get these clothes clean enough. I'll always remember. What was so abnormal about this mind meld?” Mom asks then climbs into her shower.

“Well, Mom...um...you're kind of...dense. And um.”

“And? There's an 'and'?”

“You have a really thick skull too.”

“A thick skull is a good thing, especially in an accident.” Mom says cheerfully.

“You never should have done that kitty. Writer Lady did not return with all of her marbles in her mental pouch.” TP whispers in Dobby's ear.

The feline slaps at the faerie and it disappears in a puff of smoke.

“A thick skull is a little tougher to work with. Once I got in your mind I had to stay until the show was over. Sorry Mom.”

Mom turns off the water and gets out of the shower. “I don't like it when you do those things. You were inside my mind.” Mom says as she dries off. “What if you jiggled something loose and didn't put it back?” Mom comes out from under the towel to look in the mirror. “My ears are almost back to normal already. Hot Dog!” She put her head under the towel and dries her hair. “My hair isn't going to fall out or something is it?”

“No it shouldn't.”

Mom's muffled voice says, “Well that's a relief.” Mom grabs her ultra comfortable bath robe, flipping it upside down she puts her legs through the sleeves of the robe. “I feel pretty normal. No harm no foul. It's all good.” Closing the robe, she ties the belt. The fabric falls away from her body. Mom looks down at Dobby. “Boy, three days without eating sure takes off the weight. I wonder what I want to eat first.” Mom heads out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. “This robe sure is hard to walk in. Did you play a trick on me Dobby! Kitty?”

A loud thump is heard in the kitchen.