Prising Gibbs

“Try to prise a limpet away from its rock and it will cling all the harder.” ― Jeremy Holme A limpet is a marine mollusk. I have a cat who will serve as its stand-in. Some days, prising Gibbs away from my side requires a chisel and pry bar. I am his rock with a thin coating of super glue. Where I go, he goes. When I sit, there he is – gray paws kneading rhythmically on a pair of LeeRead more

#CBWC: Soft Kitty

This week’s entry for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CBWC) includes photos of pets or stuffed animals. This is an easy one. I have innumerable photos of Gibbs the cat, so without further ado… Join the fun of black and white photography by clicking on the link at the beginning of the post. Details and weekly themes can be found HERE and Cee publishes the B&W post around mid to late morning CST on her main blog page HERE.Read more

Heavenly Music

A recent Facebook post by a friend: “What if, when you get to heaven, you don’t like the music?” My answer: “I think Jesus might like a little Journey and ‘Don’t Stop Believing’.” Or perhaps “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum would be more to his liking. Here’s hoping I get to heaven because I fear hell plays heavy-metal, head-banging music, 24/7. Very loudly. Readers, have a wonderful Wednesday and let me know in the comments what song you’dRead more

#SoCS: A Yarn Too Far

Dad was good at telling long, detailed yarns about anything. Trips he and mom took. What they ate at every meal during their trips. The relatives they would visit. Their conversations. All of them. The people I didn’t know that they would visit. Stories from his days as a grocery store manager. I remember mom getting a look of frustration on her face on several occasions and then saying, “She doesn’t know who you’re talking about. Finish your story!” IRead more

Nonsense at the Bar

“A witch, a vampire and a jew meeting in secret. It would set Christian tongues wagging for miles.” — Rabbi Loew in A Discovery of Witches Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezalel, who was also known as The Maharal and lived during the 16th century, was an important scholar, Jewish mystic and philosopher who served as a leading rabbi in Moravia and Bohemia (Czech Republic). However, I am not here to provide a history lesson because the focus is on historicalRead more

Light and Shadow

Green light of his eye holds a soulful gaze He lays in the comfort of red and gold Hardness of life digs into clouded daze The stress of being cat cannot be sold “Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Watcha doing?’ “Trying to write a sonnet or poem about you.” “I hope you are telling everyone that I’m a good boy.” You are, buddy, most days…” His world has changed somewhat for the better Gray paws roam free without prison’s firm gateRead more

#SoCS: The Eyes Don’t Have It

I have worn eyeglasses since second grade. I remember sitting in the front row of the classroom and squinting because I couldn’t see the blackboard. I assume the teacher told my parents about my troubles and that was the beginning of a lifetime accessory. Being near-sighted, especially in the right eye, has its challenges. I can read without glasses, but take them off and I can’t see the color of a friend’s eyes when a few feet away. When attendingRead more

Feeling the Stab

“Technology… is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.” ~Carrie Snow~ Following on the heels of Dan Antion’s Monday morning rant about his TV services, I have my own rant about a new smart(?) TV I recently purchased. It’s a beautiful 55″ TV, one that I gifted to myself after much deliberation about the cost. Gibbs said I could have bought him a lot more catRead more

#SoCS: Endings and Beginnings

You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here. My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion. IRead more

SoCS: I Don’t Run

Earlier this year, I came across a Facebook post of a very fit celebrity who stated something like, “I went out for a run today and unintentionally ran a half marathon.“ Huh? Well, boy-oh-boy, that made me feel a whole lot better about my exercise regimen and physical strength. Actually, I admire people who run for exercise or compete in 10K’s, half or full marathons. It takes a certain mindset, a focused determination, to train for a race or beRead more

An Observation of Fantasy TV

Natasha and I have had an ongoing observation. A question, really. “How come we could never drink at work?” It comes from viewing the fantasy of television and movies, where there’s never an inappropriate time or place to have a drink. On NCIS, Director Vance has a stock of adult refreshment in plain view and will occasionally offer a dram of golden liquid to one of his employees. On A Discovery of Witches, the vampire drinks red wine in hisRead more

#SoCS: Calculating Distance

Calculating… “What did you say, Gibbs?” Just thinking and calculating the distance between me and the bird sitting on the windowsill. “Where did you learn such a big word?” Dan’s cat Mimi. She said her owner is into calculating something called math. “Yes, I know about Dan and his math abilities, but how long have you and Mimi been talking to one another? And exactly what allows you to do this? Having you been emailing back and forth? Using myRead more