One-Liner Gibbs

Gibbs took his annual trip to the vet on Monday. He hates the carrier and car rides, so I imagined the thought from his handsome face as we drove home from the place of disrepute. “This is such bullshit.“ Gibbs is a healthy boy. He weighs the same as last year, 12.4 pounds. His color-changing left eye is functioning properly, but we keep watch of it. He had his rabies and distemper shots, and bloodwork was submitted to the labRead more

Angry Birds and Coffee

Last week, roommate Natasha asked why I don’t drink coffee a bit more often. In 2019, I had to give up the daily 2-3 cup habit that was partly responsible for a bad case of GERD – the kind of in-your-face indigestion that I was willling to ignore for months because of addictive desires for a hot morning beverage. After several weeks of not drinking coffee at all and switching to tea, I returned to coffee in a limited fashion.Read more

Kittygate: Finding a Way Out

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” ―Nelson Mandela Dear Mr. Gibbs, Did you ever think this was not going to happen? I love you to pieces, but there are days and times when deviousness and the desire for food outweigh your common sense. The area past the carpet is forbidden and that does not change when my back is turned or I am otherwise occupied with straightening the rogue hairs that occupy the left side of my head. It’sRead more

In a Cat’s Corner

“Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Are you writing again?” “I suppose I am…trying to come up with something for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.” “Stream of what?” “Consciousness. It’s a weekly prompt where all of the bloggers write a post without making any changes other than to fix their own bad spelling.” “That sounds hard.” “It is, Gibbs. Especially for me. I tend to be an obsessive/compulsive perfectionist. It’s hard for me to not want to fix something that sounded right whenRead more

#SoCS: Mini Mouse

Gibbs the cat here! I’ll be taking over for the human today. She didn’t quite know what to do with the SoCS prompt of mini/maxi and I understand. I was scratching my ears too until I spied the mini mouse (one of many) at the foot of the cat tree. Mini mouse and her brothers and sisters are some of my favorite toys. The little things bat around easily and never squeak, not even when they’re in the clutches ofRead more

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

SoCS: Prose from the Pod

Brush me right there On the belly square Along the soft, creamy hair If you naively dare I’m going to stay right here Not to be cavalier, but… Don’t go near Queenie dear She’s up to something, I fear I command the brush, I say It is the pampering day Hold the hairspray Human, do not walk away In the shadows I shall hide With knowledge, abide In safety simplified From Ziva’s brand of homicide Brush me, brush me now!Read 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

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

SoCS from the Pod: The Word

Hey Gibbs? Hang on a minute. Finishing up some business in the sandbox. I hope you’re not leaving a stinker again. Maybe. Make sure you cover. Why? I like the smell of me. Yeah, but mom doesn’t. Be considerate for a change. Whatever. Okay, I’m done. What do you want? What are we supposed to be writing for mom today? I think it has to do with a stream of something and a word. I did that in the box.Read more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more