Blessings and Boxing Day

“Hey buddy, what are you doing?” “What do you mean what am I doing?” Can’t you see I’m requesting a belly rub through trust and the lure of cuteness.” “Well, you certainly are adorable, Gibbs. A lover, not a fighter.” “I don’t fight, I play. And sleep. And kindly request food. And let you loudly know when I left something in the litter box.” “Yeah, that last one. You are a blessing to me, buddy, but I don’t need thatRead more

SoCS: Miss Downtrodden

Impoverished existence Empty, hollow I can hardly breathe Barely swallow   Ziva? Yes mom? I hope you’re not writing about yourself. Ummm…maybe… Really?   Starvation chases Empty, hollow I can barely think Death follows   Ziva! Yes mom? Have you called the ASPCA? Ummm…maybe… Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow…   Ziva! What? Sleep is your middle name. It doesn’t feel like it. Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow I can scarcely rest Self-pity wallows   Ziva? Yes mom? AnyRead more

Guilty as Charged

“What do you think they’re going to do to us when they find us guilty?” she says after a few minutes of silence have passed. “Honestly?” “Does now seem like the time for honesty?” I look at her from the corner of my eye. “I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of [tuna] cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.” ~Veronica Roth, Insurgent~ The Crime Cat shoves papers off the human’s computer desk while she sleeps.Read more

Three Moments

“This moment is as it should be.” ~Deepak Chopra~ The moment is right The drain is in sight For green eyes to focus upon This cat is never alone In a perfect time zone Where water is here and then gone The moment is mine to choose The perfect place to snooze And let out a nasally cat snore This basket is mine At an instance in time It’s warm, fuzzy blanket I adore This moment is as it shouldRead 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

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

Raindrops on Roses…

Today is not an especially good day, considering the head cold and subsequent stomach bug that began their visit on Tuesday. I’m feeling better, but not 100%. I’d rather be at work, getting the job done, enjoying a lunchtime walk on a sunny 78 degree day. Instead, while lounging in my pajamas, I have the ability to share what is a special day through a kaleidoscope of photos. I cannot choose one day in particular for this challenge, so I present a gallery ofRead more