“Where did she go Ziva?”
“Why do you always ask me that?”
“Because I think you know.”
“I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.”
“Are you sure? Positive?”
“Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.”
“That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?”
“Because she wants to drive you crazy.”
“Funny.”
“It’s a short trip.”
“Not funny.”
“Listen, Gibbs, our human has a life outside of you and I. I’m not always sure what that life is, but she has a right to it. Sometimes I’d like her to be home more often, but it’s the warm season and she likes to go outside and ride that thing with two wheels. And I know she has this other thing called a job, which helps her bring home food for us and for her. That’s a good thing. And she likes to do other things, but the point is that she always comes home. Always.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“Yeah, so quit asking where she is, what she’s doing and when she’ll be home. She gets here when she gets here.”
“Oh alright. I guess I’ll go bother the other human with cries for attention.”
“Because you’re such a poor, unfortunate cat.”
“That, I am. I’m glad your recognize my pain and suffering.”
“Oh boy. Hey, Gibbs, do you hear that?”
“What?”
“I think I hear her coming up the stairs.”
“Really? You’re not kidding me, are you?”
“Nope, you’d better run out to the living room and start screaming pitifully.”
“She expects that.”
“No, she puts up with it.”
“Whatever. Are you coming with me?”
“No, I’ll stay here and wait. There might be extra kibble in it for me if I’m patient.”
“Fat chance.”
“I keep telling you, I’m not fat anymore.”
“No time to discuss, she’s coming in the door.”
“Where? I don’t see her…”
“Around the corner, I can hear her. You can stay, but I’m going.”
“Fine, I’m going to wait for my dinner.”
“Fine, I’m going to yowl for my supper.”
“Hey Gibbs, before you go…”
“What???”
“We have to end this mess of a post and I’m not sure how.”
“Use the prompty word thingie. Like the human food bearer taught us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Positive?”
“Yes, time is wasting!”
“Okay, then…where.”
“Right there…around the corner!”
“Geezuz Gibbs.”
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Mary J Melange 
Oh my goodness, you have those guys pegged. It’s so much fun to “listen” to them and see you from their point of view. I think Ziva needs a hug. Of course, Gibbs needs to eat, but you know that.
Gibbs and Ziva are so transparent, it’s easy to figure out what they’d be saying if they could say it. They have both been fed this morning and now one sleeps and other is begging to go out onto the patio. Cat life normal.
PS: The Queen doesn’t like hugs, it’s beneath her. Pets on her terms only, when she allows it.
I get that. MuMu is skittish about being hugged. We still pick her up from time to time. She gets mad at me when I picker up and say “ooof.”
Ha! I do the same – pick Ziva up and hold her until she squirms. I keep hoping one of these days she’ll just let me.
It’s good to be Queen 😉
🤣
They are a funny pair, aren’t they? 🙂
Indeed.
haha! This was too funny. “I keep telling you, I’m not fat anymore.”–Gibbs, cut her some slack. 😀
Gibbs is not one to talk. I think he put on the weight that Ziva lost. He loves food just as much as she does. 😉
Hilarious, Mary!
Thanks. Those two certainly have comedic talent!
So clever, Mary
Thanks John! 🙂
😊
Ziva is so wise.
She is, that’s why she’s the queen!
Haha! That’s a hoot! I often feel like my dog is dying on Mondays. I imagine she sits at the door and asks, “Where did everybody go???” Poor thing.
Poor fur babies. They are so neglected and unloved… 😿🐶🐱
Theo says that Gibbs is getting a bad rap. Poor Gibbs … so misunderstood. High maintenance kitties need to stick together.
Mr. High Maintenance is currently at the patio door, wanting to come back in two minutes after I let him out. I think he knows I’m eating salmon.
hahahaha!! Theo appears out of thin air when we’re eating salmon … or shrimp. It’s one of his superpowers.
LOL, I feel like I live that scene every day, even when I don’t leave the house, just the room! Very fun post – how do the cats ever repay you for your talents of making them so virtually loveable? xx
I don’t think those two have any intention of repayment. It’s all about them, you know…
That it is!!