The Talkative One

This guy. Doesn’t always know when to shut up. He is the most talkative, boisterous cat that has ever owned me. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. The reason for the non-stop cat calling? Not sure, but I have a few guesses: I’m hungry Pet me I’m hungry Love me I’m hungry Pay attention to me You’re home now, which means I’m hungry Play with me I’m hungry Are you eating without me? I’m hungry Is NatashaRead 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

What’s New Pussycat?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Santa brought two lucky creatures a fabulous new toy. A motorized red wand under a bright yellow circle of fabric. Round and around, back and forth it goes. Entrancing and enticing. Get it Ziva! You get that mouse tail, girl! Take no prisoners! (PS: It appears Ziva earned a few extra kibble dollars modeling for the box…right?)Read more