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

“No way. There is no way I will put on a dress.” Carp says pacing Writer Lady's living room floor. “But you're more in touch with your feminine side. The old man is so distraught he might actually buy it.” “I'm not helping. If you want to get permission like this you're going to have to put on the dress yourself.” Carp argues. “If I put on the dress it's just not gonna look right. Women just don't have biceps like these.” Tinkletoes says, flexing a well sculpted arm. TP's giggling can be heard in the background. “I will help you. I know a trick .” He says. The giggling continues. “Now you're helping ?” Carp asks glaring at TP. “Writer Lady asked you to supervise. You can't help.” “Technically, Mom said TP was supposed to make sure Tinkletoes actually got permission from the neighbors and the signatures. She didn't leave specific guidelines.” Dobby says. “Yeah! What he said

“You keep thinking about this.” Carp says, leading Tinkletoes back to the front steps. “Sit down. You don't want to tire yourself. You have a big enough challenge ahead.” “You spent way too much time in Writer Lady's head during the war. We haven't yanked all of her snarkiness out of you yet.” Tinkletoes says sitting down on the top step. “I do think better when I'm sitting down though.” Another entrance door opens and shuts. Within minutes Writer Lady is backing out of the driveway, she rolls down the window, “Bye. Have fun today!” She calls smiling. Carp waves and smiles as she drives away. “I don't care what TP or anyone else says. That woman has a mean streak.” Tinkletoes says. “I think it's you. I think you bring the obnoxious out.” Carp says. “Me?” Tinkletoes asks. “I'm a teddy bear. Completely lovable.” “How many teddy bears have their own flame throwers exactly?” Carp asks. “You talk entirely too much thes

“Anything you want.” Tinkletoes says. “I can't believe he said that.” Dobby says running his paw down his face. “Silly human.” TP's giggle can be heard throughout the room. “Foolish, foolish man.” Carp adds. “Anything?” Writer Lady asks again. “Anything.” Tinkletoes verifies, looking into Writer Lady's eyes. “Okay.” Writer Lady's eyes change a little. The wheels are turning in her mind, brain cells are working at full capacity. “What I want is...for you to go to each of my neighbors individually and get their permission to set up your little shooting range for the day.” “Done.” Tinkletoes says. “In writing .” Writer Lady leaves the room returning from High Command with a clipboard, legal pad and pen. She scribbles a couple of sentences on the page as well as names and addresses of the neighbors he needs permission from. “Here you go.” Writer Lady says handing Tinkletoes his sup

“I don't know where to start.” Dobby says. “Begin at the beginning.” Writer Lady answers. “You were there.” Dobby says. “Let's revisit the beginning and then you can tell me what happened after I left the house. Okay?” “Okay.” “It started early this morning.” Writer Lady says. Dobby nods. “With the knock at the door.” “Yes. It was Tinkletoes and Carp.” Writer Lady continues. Dobby nods. “Dobby kitty do we have to do it like this? If I have to pry every little detail out of your furry butt this is going to take forever.” “Patience Mom.” “I'm patient.” Dobby just stares at Writer Lady. “I am!” Dobby keeps staring. Writer Lady thinks for a minute. Thinks for another minute. Bites her lip. Looks around the room. “Do you remember that time when... no...I guess I wasn't that patient then. What about? Okay maybe not that time ei