Attack of the Catnip Banana

“We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything than when we are playing.” -Charles Schaefer- Gibbs the cat loves his catnip banana. Gibbs enjoys playing “attack of the catnip banana” with the human. The human obliges with a hint of mischief, a bit of delight, wary of the claws that don’t always land on the banana (if you know what I mean) (I mean skin piercing and blood could be involved if notRead more

Baby Girl – Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge

“This week our topic is Pets and Farm Animals. Be creative if you feel like it, and fun with this challenge this week. Remember your photos needs to be black and white, desaturated, sepia (brown tones) or selective color.  I’m looking forward to seeing what you all come up. Feel free to take new photos or dig through your archives.  The main object of this challenge is to have fun.” This photo of my baby girl, Ziva, was taken five yearsRead more

Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

Ain’t Misbehavin’

“I don’t say we all ought to misbehave, but we ought to look as if we could.” ~Orson Wells~ Gibbs and Ziva were recently introduced to Cat Television on YouTube via the bedroom TV. I believe they had serious thoughts of misbehaving – jumping at the birds on the TV screen – so I kept a close watch on the tail twitching and hungry stares. It lasted about ten minutes, their thoughts of primal capture, and then both seemed toRead more

Gray Masterpiece

“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” ~Leonardo da Vinci~ And so is a big one. A big, gray whiskered one. He is cat, through and through. A work of art too. Two hundred and forty bones. Eighteen claws that are honed. A motor that purrs. A swishy tail that whirls. Two bright green eyes fixed on prey. Bristling soft fur of gray. He hears a high-pitched squeal. Oh boy! It’s time for his next meal.Read more

The Feline Time Clock

Photo Challenge: “This week, think about TIME and portray it photographically.” All felines have a time clock. It tells them when it’s time to sleep and play. It tells them when the human is expected to arrive home. It tells them that although the human is sleeping, it’s time to get up and make noise. And it tells them when it’s time to eat. Natasha and I had a good laugh the other night. We were sitting mostly in the dark,Read 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

I Want What I Want!

Gibbs has been encouraging me to sign up for Writing 201: Poetry at the Daily Post.  I have resisted up to this point, so Mr. Blister (Natasha’s name for this one) decided he would take a stab at this writing style with both gray paws and his self-serving attitude. I think it’s a little Dr. Seuss-ish, but read on and decide for yourself. I want what I want! Right here and now There are no negotiations This I vow  Read more

Soft Pads in the Snow

He beckons to go out Placing soft pads and retracted claws on window Repeatedly Consistently Okay, out you go, gray moggie Out into the lengths of snow That covers three-fourths of the patio He exits and stops short of the white edge Sitting on the brown Looking Staring Questioning his next move And then the soft pad tests the white A nano second passes And the soft pad quickly retracts Disturbed Confused A decision is soon made The soft padRead more

Dark Diva

The Manifesto of a Queen I bear the burden of being a cat. And a Queen no less. The human calls me Diva. My soul stirs, it longs to be free. Free from the confines of this dwelling. Free from the darkness. Free from dry kibble. I have never understood the dry kibble. It is so…dry. I only crunch this hard tack to stay strong. Where is the moistness of the food that humans eat or the moistness of theRead more

Is it Me or the Evil Queen?

While mom bakes a batch of peanut butter, oatmeal and dark chocolate chip cookies and cleans up her mess, she has asked me to guest post. It’s going to be short because, as you may or may not know, it’s hard to type with paws and claws. So here goes…guess which photo contains my lovely being (I’m Gibbs) and which one contains that other one known as Ziva? No hints, no prizes, just guess. Do you know these ears?  Is itRead more