#SoCS: He’s Still Hungry

“Whatever…” “Gibbs. I told you when you are fed. I cannot feed you any time you desire.” “Whatever…” “Seriously, dude?” “Aren’t you my servant and don’t you obey me at all times?” “That’s funny. Actually, it’s a joke that humans tell themselves. It’s only true in that we serve you meals, give you pets and skritches, and make sure you are healthy and loved. It’s not obeying, it’s taking care of a furry little being that doesn’t have opposable thumbsRead more

#SoCS: Icing on the Cake

Mmmmm…cake. Chocolate cake, lemon cake, carrot cake, any cake. Icing is a great part of cake, but please don’t give me the sicky-sweet stuff. I prefer fluffy not-so-sweet icing that enhances the cake rather than overpowers it. But I digress. For now, I have to stay away from cake and lose the pounds that it and all of the holiday treats added to my waistline. Instead, I’ll focus on a different kind of icing…the type that makes life a littleRead more

A Cat’s Fake News

Gibbs has been on a diet for about a month. Natasha came for a visit one day in early December and asked, “Is Gibbs getting fat? He looks like he put on weight.” So, I weighed him and… Yup, he had gained about two and a half pounds since his early 2021 vet visit. His human slave had been over-feeding him last year, similar to how she had been over-feeding herself. I immediately took steps to control food portion andRead more

Blessings and Boxing Day

“Hey buddy, what are you doing?” “What do you mean what am I doing?” Can’t you see I’m requesting a belly rub through trust and the lure of cuteness.” “Well, you certainly are adorable, Gibbs. A lover, not a fighter.” “I don’t fight, I play. And sleep. And kindly request food. And let you loudly know when I left something in the litter box.” “Yeah, that last one. You are a blessing to me, buddy, but I don’t need thatRead more

Social Whatever from the Pod

So, Ziva, what’s the deal here? What do you mean Gibbs? Why is mom home all the time? Do you have a problem with that? Well, no, not really. It just seems weird that she’s spending so much time in the bedroom. With us. That’s because she’s working from home. Why would she do that? Does mom miss us? Perhaps, but I heard her talking to the other human. They said something about social distancing and being safer at home.Read more

I’m a Lettuce Leaf

“You are what you eat.” ~Victor Lindlahr~ This quote was preceded by “Ninety per cent of the diseases known to man are caused by cheap foodstuffs,” in a 1923 advertisement for beef. However, Victor was probably not the first to say this familiar line, or a version of it, in the history of humanity. Anthelme Brillat-Savarin wrote, “Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are,” in 1826. In an essay titled┬áConcerning Spiritualism and Materialism, 1863/4,Read more

Rump Roast?

I may need to put Queen Ziva on a diet. She is starting to look like a rump roast. Okay, okay, so I captured her in a bad position, at a bad angle. Like the reflection of a circus mirror. Sorry Ziva. Stop looking at me like that. Ahhh, that’s a little better. Although, you still appear pleasingly plump. Like a plump chicken breast. Or rump roast. What? What did I say? Ziva? *silent treatment*Read more