Christmas Eve from the Pod

Gibbs? Yeah, whattya want? Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants… I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present. You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us. Whatever… Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box? I guess I’m a little down today. Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid himRead more

Somewhat Busy

I can’t necessarily say that I live an exciting life. I can say I live a somewhat busy life. Unlike this guy… “Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you’ll see the world If I’m not mistaken…”  ~Neil Gaiman~ I wanted so badly to sleep Thursday morning, to stay in bed until the urge for coffee overwhelmed the need to lay prone. It may be my own fault – I’ve started reading at night [summer project]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

Comments from the Royals

Dear Readers, After careful consideration, I’ve decided to hand over the reigns of this post to Gibbs and Queen Ziva. They are in a chatty mood and I have laundry to finish. And I need a nap. It is my hope you come away with something of value from their insipid bantering. Godspeed. I am so! You are not! Am too! No, you’re not! YES I AM!  Gibbs, the human calling you “King of the Cat Tree” and posting aRead more

Directly From the Heart

The presents have been unwrapped. The non-stop Christmas music has stopped. Mom has gone to Christmas mass and out for dinner. The brother and his significant other have come and gone. The amount of pasta and cookies eaten this past week has exceeded expectations. I’ve determined that I love Kentucky bourbon barrel beer. And both Gibbs and Ziva have been immortalized. This was an unexpected gift. From a young woman who cunningly asked me for photos of Gibbs and ZivaRead more

The Close-Ups

Gibbs has always wanted to be a movie star – the feline equivalent of Lassie – with a diamond-encrusted collar, a monstrous cat tree made out of finest, tightly-woven berber, a butler that serves his ego and his hunger, and a spectacular cee-ment pond full of edible goldfish. Today, I finally took the close-ups that he insists will make him a celebrity bigger than Taylor Swift and Hugh Jackman put together. These photos will be FedEx’d overnight to Hollywood on Monday (or soRead more

A Month of Warm Fuzzies

  As I let the medium red, copper brown dye overtake the grays on my head, I have a few minutes to ponder the month of December. It has been one of the best holiday seasons I have experienced – filled with elves and children, friends and family, shopping and eating, and celebrating the reason for the season (not Santa, but he’s cool too). I have loved every minute, on par with childhood memories of Christmas Eve mass and shaking wrapped presentsRead more

The Gift of Friendship

I was thoroughly surprised on Sunday by an early Christmas present from Red. So were Gibbs and Ziva, much to their delight. These two have only left their places on high for food, a drink, a poop or an occasional go at the small red dot. Thank you, Red, for your gift of friendship. That hug? It wasn’t long enough. You rock.Read more