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

                                                 Writer Lady sits in the Big Writing Chair utterly and thoroughly blocked. She keeps perusing the Internet looking for something that will lead her to something else that will get those creative juices flowing. Waiting for inspiration to strike. Dobby stays away not sure if when inspiration strikes it is anything like lightning. Writer Lady sits, reads, looks at the ceiling, the walls, the floor, thinks about vacuuming-- decides not to, eats an orange and is still blocked. “Mom!” Dobby calls sitting in the doorway which is a safe distance from Writer Lady, just in case. “Yes kitty?” “Are you still blocked?” Dobby asks. Writer Lady sighs deeply and nods. “You know if you had eaten those funky brown sticky things you would probably be okay by now.” Dobby reminds her. “Those are prunes and that is a different kind of blockage entirely.” “A different kind of blockage?” Dobby asks. “Entirely.” “It&

Writer Lady is sitting in High Command waiting for lightning to strike. Inspiration to light a fire under her butt. A joke. Any joke. Nothing is happening. Getting up she makes her way into the living room. “Dobby? Kitty?” She calls softly looking around the room. Curled up in the blue chair, Dobby opens one eye. Barely. Writer Lady squats down on the floor next to the chair and peers at him through the spindles. “I'm sleepy.” Dobby says stretching his front legs out. “Me too.” “I love you Mom.” Dobby says using his front paws to touch the end of Writer Lady's nose. “It's blog time. Go write.” “I don't know what to say. I need help.” Writer Lady gets up and heads over to the couch. “I'm going to shut my eyes for a minute kitty. A little nap is going to make all the difference.” She lays down. “Tinkletoes. TP.” Dobby calls. “Tinkletoes! TP!” Dobby

                             “Mom? Mo—om!” Dobby calls walking through the hall and into the living room. Finding Writer Lady stretched out on the couch, Dobby jumps up on to her chest and yowls. “MO-OM!” “Yes kitty.” Writer Lady answers, “Move kitty, you're standing on my boobs.” She says squirming back and forth until the ginger tabby jumps up on to the back of the couch. “You have to get up now Mom. It's time. Time for my party.” Dobby announces, stretching down to rub his head against hers. Writer Lady checks her phone. “You're right. Let me get changed. It's getting late.” Writer Lady goes into the bedroom and comes back out in a t-shirt and jeans. She does a full turn. “So. How do you like it?” Silence. “Dobby?” Dobby glares. “You don't like it?” “That shirt announces when you last number 2d” Dobby points out. “Not classy enough huh?” Writer Lady asks. “Are you sure? I painted my nails and everything.