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

THEY are…

“Who’s the Baby?” ~Iliza Shlesinger~ She is The cuddler The one who lays against me and vibrates I cannot hold her in my arms but I love her still I cannot rub the squishy beige belly but willingly it’s offered She is The snoring machine The one who loudly makes her way through sleep The queen of her cat kingdom The Baby   He is The social one The one who kneads biscuits from human flesh I can hold himRead more

The Door from Which I Waited

The door from which I sat on the other side The door from which I waited to be loved The door from where I looked at you All of you with longing green eyes I verbally begged you Please turn the handle of the door and take me home Love me Feed me Rescue me from the green walls and the barrier of wood and glass You kept walking by I kept pleading Then… SHE walked up to the doorRead more

Input Requested

Soft kitties, warm kitties, little balls of fur… I know, that’s not very original for One-Liner Wednesday. But I’ve run out of time and imagination for this week’s post. I’m asking for input from two-legged readers and non-furry followers. I think Ziva is trying to tell Gibbs something. And it appears Gibbs may have a response. There are one-liners in this photo and it’s up to you to leave them in the comments. In the comments, people! One-liners! Input! ThankRead more

SOCs: “We Admit” Caturday

We admit we’re drawn in by the sun and the birds and whatever stimulates cats Mom says we should admit to a lot more and much more because we’re not always heavenly cats We admit we love life and food and more food which makes us pleasingly plump cats Mom says to admit we’re crazy and a bit lazy but we say we’re normal cats We admit we want love and affection and chin skritches to soothe two purring catsRead more

I, Clawdius

“I, Felinius Clawdius Gibbserus Zero Bratticus, this-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Clawdius the Idiot” or “That Darn Clawdius” or “Clawdius the Howler” or “Claw-Claw-Clawdius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Clawdius”, am now about to share this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest kittenhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fatefulRead more

Gray Masterpiece

“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” ~Leonardo da Vinci~ And so is a big one. A big, gray whiskered one. He is cat, through and through. A work of art too. Two hundred and forty bones. Eighteen claws that are honed. A motor that purrs. A swishy tail that whirls. Two bright green eyes fixed on prey. Bristling soft fur of gray. He hears a high-pitched squeal. Oh boy! It’s time for his next meal.Read more

The Eyes Half It

Weekly Photo Challenge: Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story. Gentle eyes that see so much, paws that have the quiet touch, Purrs to signal “all is well” and show more love than words could tell. Graceful movements touched with pride, a calming presence by our side A friendship that takes time to grow Small wonder why we love them so. Author UnknownRead 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

Sadness at the Hands of the Authorities

Wednesday afternoon will be a tough one for Gibbs and Ziva. Their annual trip to the vet begins around 3:30 pm, dependent on the human’s agile ability to get them into their pet carrier. During this trip, the two will sing the song of their people and stress over the odor of unknown feline and dog butt. The authorities will poke, probe, and weigh the chubby Queen and her svelte court jester. Both will bear the humility of a needle shoved intoRead more