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

                                                “Mom...chok-ing me...”   Dobby croaks. “I'm so happy.”  Writer Lady says through her tears.  “I was afraid I would never see you again.”  She hugs the ginger tabby a little bit closer. “It's okay.  He's back.”  Tinkletoes says. Writer Lady continues to squeeze as tears of joy roll down her face. “Is he supposed to change colors like that?”  Tinkletoes asks. “What are you talking about?  He's a cat.   Cats don't change colors.”  Writer Lady says as she loosens her grip and holds Dobby out at arm's length to study him.  “He's orange.   See?  Dobby looks the same as he ever has.” “Thanks.”  Dobby says as he looks up at Tinkletoes and lets out a relieved sigh. “You're welcome.”  Tinkletoes says.  “It's nice to have you back.   I didn't want to see you die again.  Not this soon, you still owe me a re-match.” “You must like getting your butt kicked by a cat.”  Dobby

                                                  “It's not working.”  Dylan says, letting out a sigh and looking down at the track that is now glistening with a generous coating of non-stick spray. Ray flicks at the cheese ball harder than the last time.  The ball travels the same distance, bouncing along the track quickly at first and then rapidly slowing to a stop. “Is it absorbing the spray?  The ball might be getting weighed down.”   Peter says from his position standing behind his younger brother who is seated on the floor next to Ray and the track. “Dudes, something isn't right.  It's not right at all.” “Maybe it's the track.”  Peter suggests. “It needs more lubricant.”  Dylan says, standing up, he runs into the kitchen and returns with a large bottle of vegetable oil.   “It needs to be slick.” “No Dylan.”   Peter says.  “That will make a big mess.” “Not in the bathtub.”  Dylan says. “The cheese ball will get too wet.” 

Ray follows Writer Lady into the kitchen, food bowl in hand with Tinkletoes bringing up the rear. “I have no idea what to put in the bowl.  I don't keep a lot of snacks around the house.”  Writer Lady says as she searches through cabinets. “Maybe I can just eat what's in here.”  Ray suggests picking up a kibble and putting it into his mouth.  Ray turns a little pale and starts coughing.   “It's a little stale.”  He croaks. “That's the healthy food.  Dobby has a habit of tasting each kibble and rejecting the healthy food.  It must go stale faster because the kibbles are dampened.” “So every kibble in that bowl has already been in Dobby's mouth?”  Tinkletoes asks. “Yes.”  Writer Lady confirms. Ray pales further. “I guess it's time to hope the lil' guy doesn't have worms.”  Tinkletoes whispers, patting Ray on the back. “I try to keep his bowls clean and the food fresh.” Writer Lady says offering to take the bowl from Ray&