His Momma Left Him

“To me, country music tells a story about, and deals with, the way people live their lives and what they do.” ~Randy Travis~ I’m not a huge fan of country music. I cherry-pick at it, depending on the lyrics and music. Sometimes I do country music simply because Keith Urban is on the TV with a guitar. That being said, blogging friend Dan over at No Facilities loves country music and decided it applies to cats as well as people.Read more

One-Liner Felines

“Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.” ~Joseph Wood Krutch~ “Hey Ziva, wanna help me?” “Help? What are you asking me to do? Get you into trouble again?” “Very funny, but no. Mom asked me to help with One-Liner Wednesday this week and I’m coming up empty.” “Expectation is the root of all heartache.” “Who said that?” “Shakespeare wrote it just for you, when you cry for foodRead more

Before and After

“Learning is the measurement of knowledge before and after.” ~Eben Pagan~ I bought a new brand of wet cat food a couple weeks ago. A little something for Gibbs, to mix in with his kibble. Varieties of salmon, chicken and salmon, and chicken and turkey. Gibbs seems to be at issue with the latter variety. Concerning a certain vegetable added to the mix. “A picture is something that makes invisible its before and after.” ~Jeff Wall~ Peas. Gibbs does notRead 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

Rump Roast

“Boredom: The desire for desires.” ~Leo Tolstoy~ Queen Ziva:  I’m bored. Jester Gibbs:  What do you want me to do about it? Queen Z: It’s your fault that I’m bored. J Gibbs: *huff* Queen Z: What’s that suppose to mean? J Gibbs: You’re as bad as the humans…blaming me for everything. Queen Z: That’s because you are to blame for everything. J Gibbs: *huff* Queen Z: Face it, you deserve the blame. You can’t control yourself. If there’s a doorRead more

Concrete Cat Steps

Day Four: Animal/Concrete Poetry/Enjambment Here we go! Plunging to the meat of this poem. Substance and thought, stepping on the stairs of prose. Trying not to trip and falter on a verse or from a cat underfoot. Gibbs! The turn of your haunches wrangle me. Has your plan to defeat your human taken shape? A fall down the concrete steps by the human mom would certainly aid and abet your furry attempt to take over the world…but you have notRead more

In Seven Hours

Here it lies. The sadness of a Queen. Forlorn Pitiful Hopeless Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Is the bed not soft enough my Empress? Is your blanketed basket no longer held in high esteem? Are there not enough dangling mice in your royal toy chest? Is court jester Gibbs annoying you to no end? Has Christmas ended far too early? Tell me dear Ziva, why the long face? *pause* Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Oh, I see. The kibble. There is none. Your belly isRead more

Dark Diva

The Manifesto of a Queen I bear the burden of being a cat. And a Queen no less. The human calls me Diva. My soul stirs, it longs to be free. Free from the confines of this dwelling. Free from the darkness. Free from dry kibble. I have never understood the dry kibble. It is so…dry. I only crunch this hard tack to stay strong. Where is the moistness of the food that humans eat or the moistness of theRead more

Bad Mom!

Gibbs was not pleased. I didn’t fill his dish with kibble at the appointed hour. Time slipped away this afternoon. Laundry, projects, and errands filled the minutes. Natasha heard the cries and asked if the kids had eaten dinner. Ummmm…nooooo… Ooopsie. Bad mom.  Read more

The Expectation Play

Setting the Opening Scene It is 5:06 am in a darkened bedroom filled with two dressers, an enormous, framed print on the wall, a gray-striped feline (hereafter referred to as Queenie) in a wicker basket, and a female human curled up under the green-striped flannel sheets of a queen-sized bed. The beginning light of dawn filters through the thin cracks of the tan blinds and the bottom open portion of the window, where a gray feline male (referred to asRead more