A Gray Muse or Two

Gray Muse or Two, we know you so well. Of royal blood you are, not cats from hell. *The peanut gallery snickers*   This is your day to shine. to bask in the glow and gently purr. A challenge that pushes you front, to be Master Gibbs and Queen Demure. *The human owner unwillingly bows* Revel in the enormous moment Of 15-minute feline celebrity. The likes, the comments, the idolization, the followers on bended, adoring knee. *The peanut gallery findsRead more

It’s All About Her

It’s all about her. Ziva rules, Gibbs drools. Gibbs has been a naughty boy of late, more so than normal, so he’s taking a respite from celebrity. Ziva ponders the goings-on and noise over in the field. The “beep, beep, beep” of heavy machinery plowing earth woke us up at 6:30 am on a Saturday morning – a day when I prefer to “sleep in.” Costco is building next door. It’s apparent that Ziva, nor the remainder of the humans andRead 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