SoCS: A Knowing Hound

Ow! said the sparrow to the cat Why do you chow on me like that? Cat had no reply other than meow and furrowed his shaggy brow   Ow! said the cat to the dog Why do you plow over this mog? Dog smirked at the tailless fellow and pointed to the sparrow   You’re being mean and unmellow! Listen to the creature bellow! So what? said the uncaring cat Why must I be a hallowed diplomat?   Ow! saidRead more

The Talkative One

This guy. Doesn’t always know when to shut up. He is the most talkative, boisterous cat that has ever owned me. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. The reason for the non-stop cat calling? Not sure, but I have a few guesses: I’m hungry Pet me I’m hungry Love me I’m hungry Pay attention to me You’re home now, which means I’m hungry Play with me I’m hungry Are you eating without me? I’m hungry Is NatashaRead more

Poor Little Kitten

Who has lost their mitten? Was it a child or poor little kitten? I have no clue, but it is written, One little paw or one small hand may be frost-bitten. And neither shall have their pie. Meow…sigh…no pie. This post is in response to the Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Against the Odds. What are the odds that one lone mitten would be hanging off the branch of a tree? That it would be lost? Or that it wouldRead more

Comments from the Royals

Dear Readers, After careful consideration, I’ve decided to hand over the reigns of this post to Gibbs and Queen Ziva. They are in a chatty mood and I have laundry to finish. And I need a nap. It is my hope you come away with something of value from their insipid bantering. Godspeed. I am so! You are not! Am too! No, you’re not! YES I AM!  Gibbs, the human calling you “King of the Cat Tree” and posting aRead 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

Couch Potatoes

We must use time as a tool, not as a couch. ~John F. Kennedy~ Time slips away from these two potatoes. They are not interested in tools, only soft cushions. The couch awaits their foray into sleepiness. And the meaning of Mr. Kennedy’s words go unheard, until the tool of an incessant meow claims it’s time for food.Read more

Never Fear

One little kitten is losing her castle,I hope she doesn’t begin to cry,Oh, mother dear, I most assuredly fearMy basket will no longer be nigh.What? Never fear you lovely kitten!Your basket will always, forever follow you.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.Thank you mom, I forever love you too.Read more