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

Writer Lady takes an offensive stance and waits for Tinkletoes to start explaining. “Well?” She asks. “I don’t know what happened.” Tinkletoes says. Writer Lady shakes her head. She continues waiting for real information. “I reviewed the mission and what actually happened several times. I don’t how what happened happened or why.” “What happened exactly.” “We did what I said we were going to do we took books to the old folks’ home down the street. Carp and Dobby Cat entered first heading straight for the common area in search of Mr. Sweets who had already arrived. Sweets was visiting a friend. Some guy who keeps going on about having to live without his cat. Misses his baby, best bud, companion in life.” The self-proclaimed mercenary shakes his head. “Some crap like that.” Writer Lady mentally rolls her eyes at Tinkletoes’ inability to see any parallels between himself and Mr. Sweets’ friend. “Ray and I drop off the books at the front desk and con

“I don’t know where they are now. I can’t tell you what I don’t know.” “The tall one is here all the time. Some of your neighbors say he lives here. If a man spends that much time in a woman’s home she must know where he prefers to wander.” Nana says. Writer Lady makes a face. “Are you feeling okay?” Tony Johnson a.k.a. The Window Weather Woman asks. “You look a little pale.” “I’m fine.” Writer Lady responds. “It’s just that my Dobby Cat and I live here with the kittens. Tinkletoes comes to see Dobby. He doesn’t live here.” Nana raises an eyebrow, “With all of the wild stories that circulate the neighborhood about this address you expect us to believe that it’s just you and some cats?” “Yes.” An irritated ‘hmm’ erupted from her lips. “Your neighbor, Mrs. McGillicuddy has mentioned all kinds of strange business happening over here.” Nana says as she points to an address two houses down and across the street from Writer Lady’s home. The address rock si