SoCS from the Pod: What’s Old is New Again

*sniff, sniff, sniff* “Hello? Are you new around here?” “Huh? What? Ummm…no. Been here before.” *sniff, sniff, sniff* “Oh, hey Ziva. Where have you been?” “In hell.” “Where?” “In prison.” “Prison?” “Are you going to keep asking stupid questions?” “Not if you don’t. I am only wondering where you’ve been the last four days. I thought something was missing and now I realize it was your blaring snores.” “Well, I’m back. Mom rescued me from prison.” “What’s a prison?” “ThatRead 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

A Generous Christmas from the Pod

“Jingle! Jingle! Jingle” *snooork* “Wha? What’s happening?” “Wake up Ziva, it’s almost Christmas!” “You woke me up for that?” “Yeah, aren’t you excited?” “We still have two days and a sleep to go before Christmas.” “I know, I can barely wait!” “Wait for what?” “For Santa to bring me…I mean us…toys.” “Like all the toys you hide under the bed and dresser and couch?” “Some are irretrievable. I…we…need new ones.” “Mom just rescued a bunch with her long arms andRead 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

Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead 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

Christmas Eve from the Pod

Gibbs? Yeah, whattya want? Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants… I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present. You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us. Whatever… Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box? I guess I’m a little down today. Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid himRead more

Musings from the Pod II

In a continuation of the hardship story of two hapless felines who suffer the indignity of a too-hard bed, not enough love, and far too little food… Mom? Yes Gibbs. Stop it. I will if you get your gray butt over here and write this post for me. Just a minute, I’m almost done licking my… Gibbs!!! Hey Ziva! Are you awake? Just barely. The last bowl of kibble did me in. I think I could sleep all day. DoRead more