“Where are you going now?”

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. 

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25 responses to “Where are you going now?”

    • bikerchick57 says:

      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. 😉

  1. Dan Antion says:

    I enjoyed this conversation. I think Gibbs might have a schedule for you when you get home tonight, heavy on “Feed the cats.”

    • bikerchick57 says:

      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…

  2. M-R says:

    I doubt I could come up with anything as delightful, were Lui to address me … 😀

  3. joey says:

    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 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      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?

      • joey says:

        He used to be Moo’s cat… I don’t know what happened.
        My first day was great! Thanks for asking!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      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. 🙂

  4. msphoebecat says:

    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.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Two paws up for Pearl! You are right, the good side of our fur babies far outweigh the naughtiness and attitude any day.

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