Musings from the Pod

Hey Gibbs, what do you think it’s like to be a dog? Gross. Really? That’s your answer? Yes. Dogs are gross and they live gross lives. Why do you say that? Because they sniff each others’ butts. Gibbs, you smell my butt. Way more than I like. That’s because your butt smells nice, unlike gross dog butt. My butt smells like poo and feline female. How is that not gross? And how do you know what a dog’s butt smellsRead more

“We are the World” Blogfest

Social media and news in recent times has been filled with hate and negativity. Just as you cannot fight darkness, only light lamps, Hate and Negativity cannot be fought. You need to bring Love and Positivity forward instead. I bring to you the “We Are the World” Blogfest, along with these fabulous co-hosts: Belinda Witzenhausen, Damyanti Biswas, Emerald Barnes, Eric Lahti, Inderpreet Kaur Uppal, Lynn Hallbrooks, Mary Giese, Michelle Wallace, Peter Nena, Roshan Radhakrishnan, Simon Falk, Susan Scott, Sylvia Stein, SylviaRead more

Talkin’ Food

He’s a talker, that one. I wish I knew what he was saying. He wants something. Perhaps love. Perhaps prey. Or perhaps nothing but to hear the sound of his own plea. Food, human, food! Don’t you understand? He yowls, that one. I wish I knew what it meant. Is he scolding someone? For the bane of winter enclosed? For lack of a thousand cat toys? Or maybe nothing but to admire the sound of his own majesty. Food, human,Read more

National Cat (ur) Day!

Hey, pssst, Gibbs! Do you know what day it is today? Ummm…Queenie, it’s 1:00 a.m. and I’m trying to sleep. Why are you asking me stupid questions? It’s not a stupid question and don’t give me that crap about trying to sleep. You wake the human when she’s trying to sleep and that doesn’t seem to matter. That’s different. Well, okay, you can tell yourself that and believe, but I’d like you to answer my question. Do you know theRead more

Abstract Creature

Weekly Photo Challenge: This week, turn the concrete and familiar into something new and mysterious. Concrete or dirt? Evergreen needles or twigs? Pine cones or pebbles or bugs? Human or Creature of the Woods?Read more

Witness: Four Eyes

“When you write, who is watching you?” So asks Ben Huberman for this week’s Discover Writing Challenge. Most often, I have four eyes watching me, either in a hazy half-sleep or in expectation of a meal. Following is the conversation I imagine between felines Gibbs and Ziva as I sit at the laptop and conjure up a post. *Warning: This is not going to be pretty* Hey, psssst, Gibbs! Yes, my dear Queen? The human is at it again. At what again?Read 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

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

Dignity and Shame

Hello Royal Subjects! It’s your lovely Queen! Yes, I am lovely. The human constantly calls me “pretty girl,” but I snub my nose at that moniker. I am not and will never be a peasant in a short dress and leather boots. I have my dignity, you know. Ummmm…well, never mind. You know, there are  times when a Queen has to let go and show belly. To show she’s humble and one with her people. And trap the human intoRead more

Sadness at the Hands of the Authorities

Wednesday afternoon will be a tough one for Gibbs and Ziva. Their annual trip to the vet begins around 3:30 pm, dependent on the human’s agile ability to get them into their pet carrier. During this trip, the two will sing the song of their people and stress over the odor of unknown feline and dog butt. The authorities will poke, probe, and weigh the chubby Queen and her svelte court jester. Both will bear the humility of a needle shoved intoRead more

Guest Post: Leave Your Comments

Hey Bipeds, it’s me, Mr. Gibbs. *Psshisst!* What? What do you want? *An upside down glare is focused forward from a resting Queen* Oh, okay, Your Royal Haughtiness. This is Gibbs and I’mallitandabagofchips Ziva.We’ve been asked to sub for the one who feeds us as she is a tad busy this week with work, her mom’s birthday and family coming to town. That doesn’t surprise us as the human always appears to be too busy (or ignoring us) when we want to eatRead more

An Update of Sorts

In breaking news…Gibbs hung the mouse early Tuesday morning. Again. Third strike, buddy. That’s 10 to life under the watchful eye of your human and no treats until I say so. (The tossing of paper off the computer table was ignored due to lack of injury or insult.)Read more