#SoCS: No, Not Me

No matter what you believe, I am not bored. No, not me. I was simply checking in with the sun. The warm sun. Making sure all was okay. Good news! It was sunny and warm and bright and warm and yellow and warm. It made me sleepy for awhile. But I’m not bored. Gibbs is not bored. He’s just very old. Hey…wait a minute peanut… Old people and old cats need lots of naps or they get grumpy. I’m gonnaRead more

Christmas Eve from the Pod

Gibbs? Yeah, whattya want? Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants… I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present. You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us. Whatever… Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box? I guess I’m a little down today. Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid himRead more

Chocolate Martini Therapy

Wednesday was less than stellar for a good part of the day. I felt like this. Grumpy, pouty, irritable girl..the vision of a protruding lower lip alive in my head and a dour look jogging around a sullen heart. I woke up with Grumpy Glenda creeping into the senses and I attributed it to hormones and the cold weather. I wanted to stay in a warm bed, but the many piles of paper on a desk at the office beckoned.Read more