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

*Email address soldierboy01@TPMail is completely fictional. No soldier boys exist at TP Mail because TP Mail was created by a mischievous faerie and does not actually exist.     **The characters of HR Apostos' blog and the FBI guys are the heroes in this story. No FBI guys were harmed in any way during the writing of the blog because this is fiction: none of it really happened.   The first thing Tinkletoes, Dobby, and Ray hear is a sucking noise. A fan stops running inside Writer Lady’s computer tower. “Dude...you okay?” Ray asks, looking at it. “One moment please,” is heard coming from the tower’s depths along with indistinct muttering. The fan begins running again. Dobby Cat jumps on the table and peers in through the holes on the of the tower’s cover. A strange glow illuminates the inside. “What’s going on?” Tinkletoes asks. The ginger tabby looks at Tinkletoes, “TP’s talking but I can’t make out the words.” “You can hear that? That’s got to be a 34 dec

  Writer Lady walks into the kitchen, forgetting why she needed to be there, she returns to the living room. She stops in the living room and looks at her empty hands. Remembering she wanted a cup of coffee, she growls in frustration and returns to the kitchen. Feeling a bit lighter, she sits down in High Command and opens her email. “No...no...no...NO!” The last ‘no’ echoes throughout the house waking children, animals, and creatures of Faerie alike. Dobby and Tinkletoes both hit the Pause button on their controllers at the same time. As they exit Dobby’s room, the door disappears behind them. The pair find Writer Lady with her head on her desk muttering incoherently. She is surrounded by the other occupants of the house. Tinkletoes enters the room gently putting his hand to a shoulder here, saying “excuse me” there, parting the crowd. “Mom?” Dobby asks, following the self-proclaimed mercenary. “Mom are you okay?” “No Dobby I’m not okay. I got another