What’s Crazy?

What is crazy when it comes to how humans interact with and treat their pets? Is it crazy when I talk to my cats and kiss their furry little foreheads? Is it crazy when I dance around the room with an unimpressed Gibbs? Or allow darling Ziva to snore in my ear without pushing her aside? Is it crazy to resist getting up off the couch to use the restroom because one of the babies is curled up and sleepingRead more

Cat Talk: Yes, it is!

  Ziva? Ziva? Are you napping? Ummmm…really? You’re kidding, right? Well, wake up. Mom wants us to write a post for her. She’s busy decompressing during her vacation and would rather sit on the couch, watch daytime TV and eat a cupcake. Oh. Are cupcakes good? I’ve heard they are good, but the humans never offer one. All I get is beef, chicken and smoked salmon. And an occasional cat treat. Ohhhhhh…I love the salmon. You can keep everything else,Read more

National Cat (ur) Day!

Hey, pssst, Gibbs! Do you know what day it is today? Ummm…Queenie, it’s 1:00 a.m. and I’m trying to sleep. Why are you asking me stupid questions? It’s not a stupid question and don’t give me that crap about trying to sleep. You wake the human when she’s trying to sleep and that doesn’t seem to matter. That’s different. Well, okay, you can tell yourself that and believe, but I’d like you to answer my question. Do you know theRead more

Rump Roast

“Boredom: The desire for desires.” ~Leo Tolstoy~ Queen Ziva:  I’m bored. Jester Gibbs:  What do you want me to do about it? Queen Z: It’s your fault that I’m bored. J Gibbs: *huff* Queen Z: What’s that suppose to mean? J Gibbs: You’re as bad as the humans…blaming me for everything. Queen Z: That’s because you are to blame for everything. J Gibbs: *huff* Queen Z: Face it, you deserve the blame. You can’t control yourself. If there’s a doorRead more

Cat Commandments

My Confession: Sometimes I DO ignore Gibbs and Ziva (but they always get even). I don’t spend the majority of my paycheck on cat gifts and toys. But, really, who else would get the kids a toy called Marie Rattoinette? Huh? *sheepishly, they agree* You know, I’ve had other cats before you. It is the way it is in the life of a feline lover. You both would have loved fat Willie (he was a beautiful soul), although the Queen would have had toRead more

In Seven Hours

Here it lies. The sadness of a Queen. Forlorn Pitiful Hopeless Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Is the bed not soft enough my Empress? Is your blanketed basket no longer held in high esteem? Are there not enough dangling mice in your royal toy chest? Is court jester Gibbs annoying you to no end? Has Christmas ended far too early? Tell me dear Ziva, why the long face? *pause* Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Oh, I see. The kibble. There is none. Your belly isRead more

The Expectation Play

Setting the Opening Scene It is 5:06 am in a darkened bedroom filled with two dressers, an enormous, framed print on the wall, a gray-striped feline (hereafter referred to as Queenie) in a wicker basket, and a female human curled up under the green-striped flannel sheets of a queen-sized bed. The beginning light of dawn filters through the thin cracks of the tan blinds and the bottom open portion of the window, where a gray feline male (referred to asRead more