SoCS, Poetry and Tale/Tail

“This is a story of two tails

Who try to be tough as nails…”


Yes Gibbs?

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?

I suppose.

“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…”


Yes Gibbs?

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.

40 responses to SoCS, Poetry and Tale/Tail

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Dan. If only I could really talk to Gibbs. I think our conversations would be even more interesting.

      • bikerchick57 says:

        LMAO! No! My roommate actually trained them with a squirt bottle and tough love. The kids have a habit of not listening to me because I”m a softie, although they do stay out of the kitchen for me if I keep an eye on them or they’re sleeping.

      • Joanne Sisco says:


        Currently Theo is really mad at me and won’t even acknowledge my existence. We had to go away for the weekend and I didn’t have a cat sitter, so he had to go stay with my soon-to-be son-in-law.
        I’m wondering how long this pout is going to last.

      • bikerchick57 says:

        Oh the torture Theo must have endured to eat and sleep in a strange place. Bad mom must be punished! 😏

      • Joanne Sisco says:

        … and just to put an exclamation mark on his displeasure, he poo’ed in his cat carrier a block before home 💩🙀🤢

      • bikerchick57 says:

        I probably shouldn’t be laughing, but that’s funny. I had a cat many moons ago who would poo on the bathroom rug if we left him overnight. He would do that about 30 minutes after we walked in the door.

      • Joanne Sisco says:

        hahaha! Cats are notorious for making their displeasure obvious 😀
        The good news is that I’ve now been forgiven and I’m getting cuddles again 🙂

  1. JoAnna says:

    Sweet and dominant. That’s so honest! But then, animals are great at being honest, except when their sneaking up on someone. That was a fun read! 🙂

  2. Donnalee says:

    We have two who take turns being naughty. Their other cat family has passed on, and so now they are stuck with each other and are trying to make the best of it. So far, so good-ish, but the word naughty applies regularly to each.

    Your cats are really cute, I must say.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I think “naughty” is in most dogs and cats, as it is in humans. The degree of it, though, is a different matter. I’m pretty sure the naughty is forgiven by the mom who loves them. 🙂

      Gibbs and Ziva say, “We know!” 😉

      • Donnalee says:

        The degreeof naughty in one of mine is that she is the only person or thing that put me into the hospital, and I even used to do martial arts and was knocked unconscious and severely injured there–I still didn’t go to the hospital. When the cat bit me to the bone in three fingers, with several different bites (delivered to me as I tried to move her into a travelbox to escape a place we were moving away from). With a few days the hands were unusable so I wound up in the ER.

        She has toned down that degree of naughty, mercifully.

      • bikerchick57 says:

        Oh boy, that was rough. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cat that naughty. I did have one that was a little crazy, but he never bit me. I’m glad yours has calmed down.

      • Donnalee says:

        She was half-feral to begin with, but had lived indoors with us for maybe five years by that point. Still, five or so more years later, she will not permit me to pick her up, but plops herself in my lap and purrs loudly and demands love. Her awkward and goofy brother, who hated the girl cats, is now finally giving her hairdos on her head as he used to with the boys (RIP), and she finally is putting up with it and it is somewhat harmonious lately. They both have to sit on my lap in bed as the neutral zone for this to happen though. Thank goodness it isn’t inconvenient or anything to have to referee third parties in my own lap…!

  3. joey says:

    Lots of us with busy weeks this week!
    I feel like Gibbs speaks for Cletus as well. I’m all “Get off my hand! My hand wants to sleep, too!” and “Stop biting your sister, I’m tryina sleep!” We surely do ruin all the fun. 🙂

      • joey says:

        Heh. Maybe. He’s certainly the naughtiest kitten I’ve ever had, which makes his sweet moments SO INCREDIBLY PRECIOUS! lol

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