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

“Mom what are you doing?” Dobby asks walking to High Command and stopping at a tall white boot. “I'm working on the blog kitty. What else?” Writer Lady answers. “Why are you dressed like that?” Dobby asks. “Dressed like what?” Writer Lady looks at her clothes. “Oh that. Thursday is Halloween. It is going to be too cold to wear this while I'm handing out candy. I'm wearing it now. It's inspiring.” “A British flag dress is inspiring?” “It inspires me to keep having fun. Also, I have been trying really hard to stay this size all summer. Just for Halloween. I'm wearing it a second time.” “What if someone finds out?” “Who's going to find out?” “What if someone comes to the door and sees you like that?” “Who's going to come to the door?” Writer Lady asks. “Are you expecting anyone?” Dobby shakes his head. “I'm not expecting anyone either. So it's fine. You know what I need kitty. I need lipstick.” Writer Lad

“Let me try something more traditional.” TP says to Monitor Man. He flies over to Writer Lady and flutters in her space. “Surprise! It's sexy Monitor Man. Come on. Wake up! You've been panting after this guy for years now. Say something.” TP's ears light up and smoke starts billowing from the top of his head. Looking back at Monitor Man he says, “She was just looking at a picture of you this morning and you weren't wearing a shirt. Take something off maybe it will wake her up.” “Take off my clothes? Do you know how much I hate taking those kinds of pictures? It's one of the things I love about what I'm doing now. I get to keep my clothes on. . Most of the time.” Monitor man answers. “There aren't any cameras here. Take off your shirt you silly man.” “No.” “Loosen a couple of buttons.” TP suggests. “No, she has to see me as I am and not as that shirtless guy she was drooling over this morning.” “Shoes?” “Shoes.” Monito

“What is he still doing here? Dobby asks. “You were supposed to be putting him back.” Dobby sniffs at Writer Lady. She makes no movement to show the ginger cat attention. “I knew this was going to happen. You broke her.” Dobby says glaring at Monitor Man. “Who's going to feed me?” “Relax. I didn't break her. She just isn't moving...a whole lot.” Monitor Man answers looking into Writer Lady's eyes. “Not so much as a blink. That's new.” “So Monitor Man, you have seen this before.” TP asks holding on to the edges of his lapels. “Yes I have. I have a solution too. When people freeze like this after they see me, what I usually do is say 'hello' to someone else and they snap out of it. Dobby if you will?” “Will what?” Dobby asks. “Be an example for you mother.” Monitor Man answers. “Say 'hello' to me and give me a hug. Your mother will relax. She and I can get to know each other.” “I don't even like you. Get someo

  Dobby turns around and is nose to shin with Monitor Man. “TP I'm going to see Mom. I'll keep her out of this part of the house.” Dobby looks up at Monitor Man. “Stay Here. No checking Mom out, you're not staying.” Monitor Man waits until Dobby exits the utility closet and slides open the closet door enough to get a look at Writer Lady. He watches her cross to Dobby's bowls and feed him. “There you are kitty. I was worried about you. How's my best guy?” Writer Lady starts to reach down and pet Dobby. His tail twitches briefly, “Come on Mom. I'm eating.” “ I'm sorry. You ' re so handsome I forget the rules sometimes.” Writer Lady apologizes. “You forget every day, Mom. You might be getting old timers.” Dobby says between bites. “ Sweetie you mean Alzheimer's .” Monitor Man watches and listens. “She talks to the cat like it's a person. He answers back. Th