“This is a story of two tails
Who try to be tough as nails…”
Are you writing poetry again?
Why yes I am. It’s for Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
Aren’t you a little late? You usually write on Friday night when you’re not feeding me and doing laundry.
Yeah, well I was busy yesterday.
Busy? You came home early on Friday.
And then I left again.
Ziva and I were wondering about that. I mean, we appreciate you came home and fed us first, but where did you go?
I had to do research. I’m looking for a new pair of glasses.
Don’t you have enough glasses in the place where I’m not allowed?
In the kitchen. No, not those kind of glasses. I need new eye glasses so I can see better.
Better to see to feed me with, my dear?
More like better to see the Excel spreadsheets at work, my furry friend. Can I get back to the poetry now?
“Two tails are sweet as can be
I’m sure my readers would agree…”
Gibbs! Could you not meow at me for five minutes?”
Do people really think we’re sweet?
I think so. Except when I tell them you’ve been naughty.
When have I been naughty?
Oh please. I recall many times of naughtiness at 3:00 and 4:00 a.m., when I’m trying to sleep; and the times you snuck into the place you are not allowed; and just last night when Ziva was sleeping peacefully in her cardboard box top and you had to pick a fight.
I wanted to sleep in that box top.
After Ziva ran away, you sat in it for five seconds and left. That was naughty and mean.
“One tail is sweet, the other not
One gets the other riled and hot…”
Now who’s being naughty? I thought you said I was sweet.
Wow, someone is a little sensitive this morning. I’m teasing.
Well, stop it. I have an image to protect.
*sigh* Actions speak louder than image, Gibbs.
You mean I have to be sweet and nice and never chase Ziva again?
You can only chase Ziva if you’re both playing and she’s not hissing.
I don’t know if I can do that. I’m trying to be sweet and dominant.
“The tail tries to be good, but it’s hard
He can be such a crazy bast**d…”
It’s not fun when someone picks on you, huh?
So, what’s your point.
My point is that you have to try harder to be a good kitty. It’s okay to run around and play, but not when I’m sleeping. It’s okay to sleep in the cardboard box top, but only if you don’t chase Ziva out of it first. It’s okay to walk around on the couch, but not out in the kitchen.
You take all the fun out of living.
Yeah, life is sometimes difficult that way. I don’t get to do everything I want to do either, but it’s part of being responsible and nice to others.
Whatever. I’m going to take a nap and think about this.
You go do that. We’ll talk more later.
“This is the end of two tails
That has certainly run off the rails…”
Stream of Consciousness Saturday elicits tales from the followers of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with a prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making.