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

  “Maybe if I walk backwards.”   Carp says turning around to face the road already traveled. “What are you doing?”  Tinkletoes asks. “The cat and the lioness came from behind.  What if there's more and it's on its way?” “Okay.”  Tinkletoes says continuing his hike.   The self-proclaimed mercenary sees something ahead, processes what he sees and smiles.   “The interesting stuff is in front of you.” Carp turns around, there is a sharp intake of breath.  The assassin in training stops and stares.  “It's an antelope, blocking the road.”  Carp says looking at Tinkletoes.   “And he's meditating.” Spots Wash watches the space recently abandoned by their target's unknown ally.   The sound of their footsteps grow fainter and disappear into the darkened trees. “Should we split up?”   He asks. “No.”  Smudge Mal says. “We follow Monitor Man.” “What about the other guy?” “We stick to the mission.”

“Where's Writer Lady?”   Tinkletoes asks. “You're not going?”  Dylan asks looking up at Tinkletoes. “Now way man.”  Ray says. “This is so typical.”  House groans. “They're her cats.”  Tinkletoes says. “Dobby's your friend.”  House points out. “I'm going.”   Tinkletoes says.  “She should be there.” “I think we should go.”  Carp says. Tinkletoes looks at Carp.   “You just want to go so you can see stuff.” “It is Faerie.”   Carp says.  “We have survival skills.” “I have survival skills.”  Tinkletoes counters.   “You have camping skills.” “Whatever.  Let's go.” “And Writer Lady?” “Everyone else can look for her while we're gone.”  Carp says looking around the room.  There are nods of agreement. “I'm the cat.”  Ray says grinning.  “Dudes...she likes cats.” Carp makes a confused face and thinks about making an effort to catch the train of thought as it travels through Ray's head. “No.”   Tinkle