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

  Writer Lady opens her eyes and looks at the ceiling. She listens as the weight of four paws hit the hallway floor at full speed. Another set of paws hit with a louder thump taking off in the same direction. She looks at the time. It’s still early. The sun is up already. It creates shadows of the trees and other remnants of nature that linger outside on her curtains. Writer Lady thinks about her plans for the coming day which leads to questioning her plans for the coming day which leads to contemplating the meaning of her life. Dobby jumps onto the bed and peers into her face. “Mom? Me and the guys we were wondering…” “I just looked at the clock it’s not time yet kitty.” “We were wondering if more tuna was coming.” Writer Lady looked into her ginger tabby’s bright green eyes. “You just had some.” “That was over an hour ago.” “Yes there is more tuna but not this morning. Later.” “The guys wanna know how much later.” “There will be more tu

  Writer Lady looks at the ceiling, “You’re making that up.” “Maybe. It’s a good way to get revenge on Tinkle butt . He has it coming.” Writer Lady shakes her head as she cooks. “You know he does.” House continues. “He does.” Writer Lady agrees, “But I am not going to be the one to do it.” One hour later two pots sit on the stove ready and waiting for a bit of faerie magic. “TP I’m ready.” Writer Lady calls. The faerie stretches, yawns, and flies down from his lounging spot on top of the refrigerator. He flies over the pans as he inspects the food. “One is a stew, the other Chili Mac. What I need you to do is remove the moisture from the food and package it into individual servings. The package should look like the food we showed you earlier.” TP nods. “I’ll wrap up the granola bars so we can get that man the hell out of here.” TP looks at Writer Lady as he attempts stifling a giggle. “I meant I'll wrap up the granola bars