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

“Do you want to meet me for lunch?” He asks. I mutter something incoherent. “I am an optimistic man and I rocked it last night so I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’.” I nod, mutter, and point to his dirty clothes that have grown into a pile on my bedroom floor. I hear movement and know that he’s glancing at the clock. “I’m going to be late. I’ve got to go.” I take a deep breath of his scent as he kisses me one more time. I hear the door close softly. Detective Farina is gone. I am just settling on to my chaise on an abandoned beach next to a well oiled and tan looking Farina when…the door creaks. I hear four paws and several nails tap tap tapping across my bedroom floor. Then a weight upsets the quiet of my bed. There is a scent of doggy breath and something licks my ear. “We worked last night Grey. I’m still sleeping.” Grey licks my cheek. I lift a hand without looking and give the wire-haired terrier mix an ear scratch. “I’ll get

Tinkletoes makes a face that silences all. The self-proclaimed mercenary turns his head, taking in all of House’s changes. He raises an eyebrow and says, “You must have those hilts well hidden.” “Yes. I do.” She proclaims with a lilt of pride. Tinkletoes steps away from the wall with his drawing on it and looks into the living room from the kitchen. He takes one step, his heavy combat boot meets the stone floor. He takes another louder step with the other foot. Each step is deliberate and each one heavier than the last. He stops at a wall and rams into it with a muscled shoulder. Tinkletoes moves a few inches down the wall and does it again. “What…what are you doing?” House asks nervously. “Nothing much.” He answers as he opens the pantry and pushes against its back wall. “Just admiring your improvements House. Can’t a guy do that?” “Did you see the improvements that I made to my living room?”She asks. “What’s going on?” Paige whispers. Dylan crooks a f

Lunch At The Bistro I manage to hide from everyone for the rest of the morning only emerging from the house to meet The Super Vagina for lunch. I start to cancel six times but my pride won’t let me. So here I am at twelve-thirty in the afternoon walking to a bistro four blocks from Heather’s. I find Detective Farina waiting for me, menu in hand. I plop down in the chair across from him feeling annoyed. I pick up the menu in front of me and pretend to study it. From behind my barricade I watch Detective Farina as he peruses and wait to pounce. The waiter comes to our table and Detective Farina orders. I cannot wait to lay into him but on the other hand. It’s not very nice to yell at someone right before they eat. “And for the lady…” I am brought back from my ‘He ruined my morning by existing and now he must die’ moment to find both men looking at me expectantly. “Salad?” I spurt out. “Which one?” The waiter asks. “Yeah…um…which one.” I look at the me

“You wouldn’t dare,” House yells. “No, House you’re right. I wouldn’t dare anything.” Tinkletoes reaches out to the pine panel in front of him and begins to doodle. “Always remember. I am a soldier. I don’t dare. I do what needs to be done.” After several minutes, the self-proclaimed mercenary steps back from his creation. Writer Lady, Carp, Ray, Tinkletoes, TP and both kittens all study the result of his efforts. Peter enters the kitchen with Paige, Dylan, and Furnatche in tow. They stop to look at the newest addition to House’s interior. Dylan proclaims. “I did not do that.” “Of course you didn’t. You’ve been with us all morning.” Peter says. “I did it.” Tinkletoes announces. Paige looks at the drawing on the wall, she steps closer and studies it. “The similarities between this and one of Dylan’s stick drawings is uncanny.” Ray chomps on a cheese puff. He looks at Tinkletoes. “You draw like a four year old. Totally cool man.” “As