Musings from the Pod

Hey Gibbs, what do you think it’s like to be a dog? Gross. Really? That’s your answer? Yes. Dogs are gross and they live gross lives. Why do you say that? Because they sniff each others’ butts. Gibbs, you smell my butt. Way more than I like. That’s because your butt smells nice, unlike gross dog butt. My butt smells like poo and feline female. How is that not gross? And how do you know what a dog’s butt smellsRead more

SOCs: “We Admit” Caturday

We admit we’re drawn in by the sun and the birds and whatever stimulates cats Mom says we should admit to a lot more and much more because we’re not always heavenly cats We admit we love life and food and more food which makes us pleasingly plump cats Mom says to admit we’re crazy and a bit lazy but we say we’re normal cats We admit we want love and affection and chin skritches to soothe two purring catsRead more

SOCs: Yard of Wishes

They wish upon a star They could be in out in the yard Furry beasts, hunters, finding prey They wish upon hope The yard, with its long, green scope Crouching, hunching, waiting for prey They wish for that glorious day When they are granted a way To sneakily catch its squeaking prey They wish in their sleep In their dreams so deep To be in the grassy yard with their prey Hunting, crouching, stalking, lurking, sneaking, jumping They wish TheyRead more

To Ignore…

“Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.” ~Gillian Flynn~ This one likes to sleep and ignore, to embrace disinterest and shun me, as if I were a horrible bore. So you have waved me off, to leave you alone, Could I do that to Gibbs during his 4:00 am roam? To ignore, perchance to sleep. This post has been brought to you by Ziva cat, sleep and the ability to ignore. It’s also beingRead more

I, Clawdius

“I, Felinius Clawdius Gibbserus Zero Bratticus, this-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Clawdius the Idiot” or “That Darn Clawdius” or “Clawdius the Howler” or “Claw-Claw-Clawdius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Clawdius”, am now about to share this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest kittenhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fatefulRead more

The Insanity Cage

“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.” ~Ray Bradbury~ In this instance, a bit of insanity prevailed. Neither Gibbs nor Ziva like their cages (a/k/a evil cat carrier), and they definitely do not like the car ride. Both should be thankful. Their annual trip to the vet was delayed by six months due to their human’s schedule and lack of desire to take them out into freezing temperatures and snow. Last week Tuesday wasRead more

Love & Ego

        “This is what it means to be loved… when someone wants to touch you, to be tender…” ~Banana Yoshimoto~                 “Thank you for leaving us alone, but giving us enough attention to boost our egos.” ~Mick Jagger~         If you’re up to it this week, take a trip over to Katzenworld blog. They are honoring Gibbs and Ziva this week with inclusion in Tummy Rub TuesdayRead more

Cat Poop & Jesus

Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s “Cat Poop Day.” Not just today, but every day is Cat Poop Day. Why? Because cats around the world, both domestic and wild, poop every day. Yes, every day. It’s a thing they do, much like humans, to extol the virtues of cleansing the body of stuff they don’t need. The cause? It’s food. Those darn cats eat food every day. Sometimes several times a day…meat, grains, meat, vegetables, meat, fuzz off the carpet, etc. So,Read more

Focused

Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it. ~Greg Anderson~ I have one very focused cat. For those of you that have been visiting my blog the past few years, you know that Gibbs likes to occasionally hang out in the shower stall. Whether it be melting ice, a yoga mat hung over a drying rack, the shadows that dance across the white fiberglass interior, or water dripping downRead more

Poor Little Kitten

Who has lost their mitten? Was it a child or poor little kitten? I have no clue, but it is written, One little paw or one small hand may be frost-bitten. And neither shall have their pie. Meow…sigh…no pie. This post is in response to the Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Against the Odds. What are the odds that one lone mitten would be hanging off the branch of a tree? That it would be lost? Or that it wouldRead more

Lower

Oh yes, that feels good. Really good! Can I ask you a favor? Lower, please. Just a little lower. Yes, better. That feels better. But I have another favor to ask. Can you go 2 centimeters down and 1.5 centimeters to the right? Ohmigosh, YES! YES! YES! You have it! Two kitty paws up! Okay, I’m done now. Remove your hand.Read more

Talkin’ Food

He’s a talker, that one. I wish I knew what he was saying. He wants something. Perhaps love. Perhaps prey. Or perhaps nothing but to hear the sound of his own plea. Food, human, food! Don’t you understand? He yowls, that one. I wish I knew what it meant. Is he scolding someone? For the bane of winter enclosed? For lack of a thousand cat toys? Or maybe nothing but to admire the sound of his own majesty. Food, human,Read more