Green light of his eye holds a soulful gaze He lays in the comfort of red and gold Hardness of life digs into clouded daze The stress of being cat cannot be sold “Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Watcha doing?’ “Trying to write a sonnet or poem about you.” “I hope you are telling everyone that I’m a good boy.” You are, buddy, most days…” His world has changed somewhat for the better Gray paws roam free without prison’s firm gateRead more
Posts tagged: #Mackerel
#SoCS: Calculating Distance
Calculating… “What did you say, Gibbs?” Just thinking and calculating the distance between me and the bird sitting on the windowsill. “Where did you learn such a big word?” Dan’s cat Mimi. She said her owner is into calculating something called math. “Yes, I know about Dan and his math abilities, but how long have you and Mimi been talking to one another? And exactly what allows you to do this? Having you been emailing back and forth? Using myRead more
#SoCS: The UnreaLISTic
So, Linda G. Hill wants me to make or talk about a list for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Hmmm… Regular readers already know I keep a gratitude list. I’ll leave that one alone. Shopping list? No, probably not, although I can tell you that shrimp, yogurt and kettle chips were on the last one. I’m 99% sure you do not want me to bore you with “my favorite foods” or “the names of all cats I’ve ever served” or “numberRead more
Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes
“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more
Musings from the Pod IV: Holy Mackerel!
“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more
Mary J Melange 