Musings from the Pod II

In a continuation of the hardship story of two hapless felines who suffer the indignity of a too-hard bed, not enough love, and far too little food… Mom? Yes Gibbs. Stop it. I will if you get your gray butt over here and write this post for me. Just a minute, I’m almost done licking my… Gibbs!!! Hey Ziva! Are you awake? Just barely. The last bowl of kibble did me in. I think I could sleep all day. DoRead more

Whiskers, no Tail

When there is no time to write And posting seems a fail There is only one thing left to do Post photos of whiskers, but no tail I am a sleepy boy, I am Dreaming of mice and men Chasing a squawking hen Across a grassy glen To sleep, perchance to snore My rumblings to adore What else to live life for Maybe tuna, maybe more Two are sharing a bed of beige Acting like best friends When napping isRead more

#WATWB: Saving the Fur Babies

I hadn’t given much thought to this month’s #WATWB until I looked cat Gibbs squarely into his handsome, gray, furry face. Gibbs and his sister, Ziva, are rescues. A little over seven years ago, I took them home from Orphan Animal Rescue & Sanctuary, a no-kill shelter in Neenah, Wisconsin. From their website: “Orphan Animal Rescue & Sanctuary, Inc. is a no-kill, volunteer-driven, 501(c)(3) nonprofit animal rescue. Our mission is to save the lives of homeless animals, one at a time.Read more

One-Liner Wednesday: Options

“You have as many options as you give yourself.”  ~Kasie West~ Gibbs the cat is still struggling a bit with his health. The latest UA and culture revealed no bacteria; however, the last word is that he probably has FLUTD – Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease. I believe it to be a diagnosis of omission, without benefit of an ultra sound. That (ultrasound) may still be in the picture, but I’m concerned about his nutrition as a cat with FLUTDRead more

Kitty Kat Blues

This one has the Kitty Kat Blues. He’s not feeling well. We’re in the middle of Round 3 of antibiotics for what appears to be a bladder infection. That was the result, twice, of urinalysis. Except that Gibbs only responds positive for a few days, then returns to frequenting the litter box with a dabble of pee here, a dabble of pee there. The litter looks like it’s been hit with shotgun pee pellets. The boy wanders in there everyRead more

The Island of Misfit Pets

Originally posted on The Jackie Blog:
photo cred: tao lin on Flickr ? I did it guys. I finally got a new cat. I know you were worried. That’s why I sent out last week’s blog post as a silent cry for help on the wind rather than written words. Because I was preoccupied with forcing two distinct members of an incredibly territorial species to work through determining who the Alpha between them will be without losing fur or blood…

One Eye Open

“Keep one eye open for the bad guy.” ~Vesta Williams~ I’m a little miffed at the bad guy I’m a lot perturbed and I’ll tell you why She left me alone for two whole days The bad guy left for her biking ways I’m keeping one eye open for this one And ignoring birds and bright, yellow sun The bad guy better not leave any time soon Because I need to be fed close to noon The bad guy knowsRead more

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