THEY are…

“Who’s the Baby?” ~Iliza Shlesinger~ She is The cuddler The one who lays against me and vibrates I cannot hold her in my arms but I love her still I cannot rub the squishy beige belly but willingly it’s offered She is The snoring machine The one who loudly makes her way through sleep The queen of her cat kingdom The Baby   He is The social one The one who kneads biscuits from human flesh I can hold himRead more

Three-Letter Word

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.”   ~Mark Twain~ Yes, one can divide their joy with other human beings. Or with a cat. Just before I took this photograph, Gibbs buried his face under my left bicep, into the armpit, kneading a couple of ribs. He was having a “you-left-me-all-alone-again-and-I-really-really-really-missed-you” moment. Ziva had obviously not been a comfort to Gibbs today other than with the drone of her inconsistent, pug-like snoring.Read more