Dobby Cat Apostos--Action Hero?

    Dedicated to Xavier (Booger) White (9) who asked if Dobby could ever be an Action Hero.

 Writer Lady sits at her computer merrily typing away. Dobby enters the room slowly. He is uneasy but this is important. It's time they talked.

“Mom?”

“Oh Dobby. There you are. Look. See I'm writing already! No wasting time on FB.  No skulking around on Twitter.” Writer Lady turns to look down at the ginger tabby and smiles proudly.

“That's great Mom.”

“Do you remember last week?”

“Yeah.”

“You spent three nights hanging out on the couch?”

“I do remember. It was so cold and you snuggled. On Purpose!”

“You laid around watching TV, practicing other writing, reading.” Dobby says. “When you could have been online making me famous.”

“Dobby kitty, I told you these things take time. You have to earn that kind of admiration. You have to practice and work for it. You have to work very hard.” Writer Lady answers.

“But I have the Gem of the Con's endorsement.”

“Endorsements aren't enough.”

“I disagree.” Dobby says.

“It isn't the destination. It's the journey that's important.” Writer Lady says quoting somebody.

“I know. I also know how you love your affirmations. I love people. I need my people and they need me. What you do just isn't cutting it Mom.”

“Do you think you can do better?” Writer Lady asks.

“Yeah I do.”

Writer Lady stops typing and looks down at Dobby stunned.

“I got some help. Fresh eyes. They are convinced I can be a really big deal before the end of the month.”

“You got new people?” Writer Lady asks.

“Yeah Mom I did.” Dobby says looking down in embarrassment.

Writer Lady pauses a moment. “Okay, that's great. It gives me more time to write. I love that.”

“Actually Mom that's what I wanted to talk to you about.” Dobby says. “We need your workspace to make me famous.”

Writer Lady takes in the new information. “So let me see if I'm understanding what you have to say. You not only got new people but now you want to kick me out of my space?”

“Thanks Dobby's Mom. We knew you'd understand.” Tinkletoes says entering High Command. TP follows flying in behind Tinkletoes' left shoulder.

“Seriously? These two are better equipped at making you a Very Important Feline?”

“Yeah.”

Tinkletoes feeling very proud of himself, “See it's like this. TP knows how to spread the word all over about Dobby. I know how to make him look even better than he already does. You know classy.”

Writer Lady looks at Tinkletoes in his cammo everything, ammunitions belts complete with bullets and knives hanging off of them, “You can make Dobby look 'classy'?” She asks.

“Don't worry my dear sweet Writer Lady I will not let the barbarian ruin all that we have worked for.” TP reassures.

“Barbarian? Who you calling a barbarian? Barbarians are uncivilized and dirty. They don't even wear cammo. I'm not a barbarian.” Tinkletoes argues.

“You aren't exactly invited to tea with the Queen either now are you?” TP asks.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Tinkletoes says leaning in close to the faerie. His face is red.

“You don't know?” TP asks.

“Ladies, please.” Writer Lady says as Dobby rolls his eyes. “Let's all be friends here.” Writer Lady closes all of her tabs and gets up out of the Big Writing Chair, quickly grabbing her pad and pen. Taking a seat on the blanket chest she settles in for the fun ahead. “Okay. I'm out of the way. Take my seat and make my Dobby Cat a star.” She sits back and starts scribbling.

Tinkletoes sits down in the 'Not so big to him' Writing Chair, making adjustments and getting settled in. TP lands on top of the desk and finds a seat on the electric stapler. The faerie notices he can't see the computer screen and finds a new seat on the edge of Writer Lady's abandoned mug.

   Tinkletoes begins the meeting of the minds.  “Okay Dobby. The way to get lots of attention really fast is to be an action hero. That's the way we need to market you. You will be the action hero of house cats.” 

Writer Lady hears this and her head pops up. Noticing the panicked look on her face TP puts a finger to his lips and shakes his head. The faerie knows Dobby as an action hero just isn't going to happen.

“An action hero. The females love a good action hero. I like it.” Dobby says.

“I knew you would kitty.” Tinkletoes replies. “Since I'm in good shape and Carp is getting in really good shape too, if we market you as an action hero we'll hang out with you. You will have your own posse right from the beginning.”

“Posse?” TP asks.

“What?” Tinkletoes asks.

“It's an “entourage” now,” TP says.

“But posse is so much more dangerous sounding.” Tinkletoes argues.

“Which is probably why they changed it.” Writer Lady says from her spot across the room.

Three heads turn and glare at Writer Lady, she looks down at the pad and concentrates on her scribbling. “Just say-in'” she mutters under her breath.

“First you need a costume. I was thinking of something like this."  A picture appears on the monitor of a muscle bound hero in black leather pants and heavy black boots. No shirt. "In sub-zero weather you'll wear a black leather duster. A shiny one.”

“I like that idea.” Dobby says. “Is there a hat? I like hats.”

“I was thinking you could wear hats when you are disguising yourself. So you won't be so easy to spot.”

“No one is going to notice a bright orange cat stuffed into black leather pants.” Writer Lady says harassing them. Dirtier looks get sent her way.

“The weapon?” Dobby asks.

“Since I'm good with guns and explosives and Carp's specialty is everything bow and arrow. I think you should have a whip.” Tinkletoes suggests.

“A whip? That's all?” Dobby asks.

“We could add some knife throwing. A lot of action heroes can throw a big knife fairly well too.” Tinkletoes offers.

Dobby reaches up to stroke his chin giving this some thought. “Okay I like it.”

“TP would you mind?” Tinkletoes asks.

“If you would please stand over here.” TP says gesturing to the open area to the right side of the Writing Chair in close range with TP's perch on the mug. The faerie raises both hands and moves his fingers up and down like a musician practicing his scales. The air around Dobby's feet swirls and as it slowly moves up his body the costume appears.