Mom?
Yes Gibbs?
Where do you go?
What do you mean?
I mean where do you go when you leave here?
Many different places, Gibbs.
Tell me.
I go to work Monday through Friday.
Are those the days you get up really early?
With you, I’m up early every day.
Very funny.
It’s true Mr. 4:00 a.m., but on work days, I don’t come home until after I’ve starved you to death.
Ohhhhh…those days!
Yes, those days.
Where else do you go?
I go to church on Sunday morning, then I normally go to see my mother.
What happened to my cat mother?
I don’t know Gibbs, I adopted you.
Right, I forgot. Keep going…
On Saturdays, I tend to go shopping, running errands, perhaps stopping for coffee and breakfast, completing projects, etc. It’s whatever I need to or want to do.
Ziva and I would prefer if you didn’t need to clip our claws. We don’t like that.
Ziva put you up to that, right?
Guilty. Mom?
Yes?
What’s a Saturday and Sunday?
It’s two days that I don’t have to work and get to sleep in.
The days when you’re kind of here, but you still run off, subjecting your kids to boredom?
Those would be the days, you poor unfortunate cat.
Yup, that’d be me! Where else do you go? Sometimes you come home on your work days, then leave again.
Those are the days when I might have a church function, yoga practice or a poetry class.
I’ve read your poetry. You should stay home.
Thanks a lot Gibbs.
Just telling you the truth. I would write poetry for you, but I can never come up with words that rhyme with starving, abused and neglected.
Jeepers.
Creepers. Ha! I rhymed!
Shut up and go lay down on the bed. I have to leave.
Where are you going now?
To go have my head examined.
Huh?
Psychotherapy to figure out why I put up with shenanigans and insults from a cat.
Very funny.
Bye Gibbs. I’ll see you in an hour.
Well, okay, bye. Are you going to feed us when you get back?
I fed you an hour ago. So, no.
You suck.
Yeah, I know. Bye Gibbs.
Cute conversation. It rings true. Cats rule– and criticize. Yours are no exception.
There are times I’d like to talk to the cats and time that I’d rather not. I’d be afraid what they say (or yell) as I’m taking them to the vet. 😉
I enjoyed this conversation. I think Gibbs might have a schedule for you when you get home tonight, heavy on “Feed the cats.”
He always has a schedule:
Feed the cats. Pet me. Love me. Play with me. Now leave me alone and let me sleep.
It’s something like that…
It’s the price we pay for…what is it they do for us? Oh, yeah, the love .
Ha! Spoken for every cat, ever. Parker is applauding.
Is Parker also asking for food? Tell him he’s a good boy and give him more kibble.
Big laugh for “I’ve read your poetry. You should stay home.”
Gibbs is such a smart a**
He is frequently crass
Just like the furry lass
Who finds it easy to sass
I doubt I could come up with anything as delightful, were Lui to address me … 😀
I suspect Lui would come up with a naughty word or two…right? 😀
Thanks M-R!
He’s such a sensible fella — Except what he said about your poetry.
My big boy cat doesn’t like me working full-time. Neither do my plants. You’d think it’d be my dog, but no. My plants cross their arms when I walk by, nod to their falling leaves, and my big boy cat clobbers me every time I sit down.
It’s good to be loved and needed 🙂
Your big cat is just like Gibbs…a sensitive Mama’s boy and attention seeker. He’ll get used to your full-time job absence… eventually. By the way, how was the first day?
He used to be Moo’s cat… I don’t know what happened.
My first day was great! Thanks for asking!
😂🙈
Thanks, Cheryl! Gibbs says the monkey emoji looks like me.
He won’t be eating tonight.
Poor kitty…
Ohhh….sounds like my sassy cats! Great story Gibbs!
Gibbs says “meow,” which means thanks and “two thumbs up for your sassy cats.”
This is exactly what I needed this morning. A laugh out loud post 🙂
Gibbs and I are glad we could help out with an LOL. Have an awesome Tuesday, Damyanti!
4 am?! Yikes.
Gibbs is a sweetheart – even if he disparages your poetry just to get a reaction 🙂
Gibbs has been a little better with the 4 a.m. wake-up rowdiness. Lately, he’s been waiting until 4:30…unless he’s tired and sleeps in until 5:00.
Yes, he is a sweetheart and my buddy. Wouldn’t have it any other way. 🙂
MEWHAAAAA!! My cat Pearl is nodding with approval and understanding as she reads Gibbs’ responses. Although they’re frustrating at times, I wouldn’t trade the sass, authoritative, and blunt nature of felines for anything. The other side of that nature: devotion, love, and comfort make for the best combination of a fur child.
Two paws up for Pearl! You are right, the good side of our fur babies far outweigh the naughtiness and attitude any day.