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

To Ignore…

“Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.” ~Gillian Flynn~ This one likes to sleep and ignore, to embrace disinterest and shun me, as if I were a horrible bore. So you have waved me off, to leave you alone, Could I do that to Gibbs during his 4:00 am roam? To ignore, perchance to sleep. This post has been brought to you by Ziva cat, sleep and the ability to ignore. It’s also beingRead more

Cat Commandments

My Confession: Sometimes I DO ignore Gibbs and Ziva (but they always get even). I don’t spend the majority of my paycheck on cat gifts and toys. But, really, who else would get the kids a toy called Marie Rattoinette? Huh? *sheepishly, they agree* You know, I’ve had other cats before you. It is the way it is in the life of a feline lover. You both would have loved fat Willie (he was a beautiful soul), although the Queen would have had toRead more