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

Looking Up

Natasha came into my bedroom on Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to meet a friend for breakfast. We started talking about the heat outside and the A/C inside and then Natasha looked up and saw something crawling across the ceiling. She thought it a spider, but it wasn’t, and never mind about that. Ziva was laying on the bed, per standard, and Natasha said to her… “Why aren’t you looking up?” The admonishment continued… “You should be lookingRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Beer

“I need a beer more than I need pomp and circumstance.” I’m not much of a drinker. But I like to talk a good story. Last week was crazy busy…and my boss wasn’t even around. By Friday, I felt good about what I had accomplished; however, the stress of it all had my shoulders pinned to both ears. Facebook friends noted that I required a foam roller and a beer. The foam roller and I had a date Friday evening,Read more

Gray Paw Yoga

This week, Gibbs and Ziva are helping with a post by presenting Gray Paw Yoga poses. You may not have heard of this yoga as it’s fairly new and limited to the confines of the apartment. Nevertheless, these two felines have been working hard at their yoga practice and they hope you enjoy each and every one of the poses. Take a deep breathe (in through the nose), let it go (out through the nose), relax, and let’s begin. CatatonicRead 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

Witness: Four Eyes

“When you write, who is watching you?” So asks Ben Huberman for this week’s Discover Writing Challenge. Most often, I have four eyes watching me, either in a hazy half-sleep or in expectation of a meal. Following is the conversation I imagine between felines Gibbs and Ziva as I sit at the laptop and conjure up a post. *Warning: This is not going to be pretty* Hey, psssst, Gibbs! Yes, my dear Queen? The human is at it again. At what again?Read 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

Dignity and Shame

Hello Royal Subjects! It’s your lovely Queen! Yes, I am lovely. The human constantly calls me “pretty girl,” but I snub my nose at that moniker. I am not and will never be a peasant in a short dress and leather boots. I have my dignity, you know. Ummmm…well, never mind. You know, there are  times when a Queen has to let go and show belly. To show she’s humble and one with her people. And trap the human intoRead more

Guest Post: Leave Your Comments

Hey Bipeds, it’s me, Mr. Gibbs. *Psshisst!* What? What do you want? *An upside down glare is focused forward from a resting Queen* Oh, okay, Your Royal Haughtiness. This is Gibbs and I’mallitandabagofchips Ziva.We’ve been asked to sub for the one who feeds us as she is a tad busy this week with work, her mom’s birthday and family coming to town. That doesn’t surprise us as the human always appears to be too busy (or ignoring us) when we want to eatRead more

A Gray Muse or Two

Gray Muse or Two, we know you so well. Of royal blood you are, not cats from hell. *The peanut gallery snickers*   This is your day to shine. to bask in the glow and gently purr. A challenge that pushes you front, to be Master Gibbs and Queen Demure. *The human owner unwillingly bows* Revel in the enormous moment Of 15-minute feline celebrity. The likes, the comments, the idolization, the followers on bended, adoring knee. *The peanut gallery findsRead more

It’s All About Her

It’s all about her. Ziva rules, Gibbs drools. Gibbs has been a naughty boy of late, more so than normal, so he’s taking a respite from celebrity. Ziva ponders the goings-on and noise over in the field. The “beep, beep, beep” of heavy machinery plowing earth woke us up at 6:30 am on a Saturday morning – a day when I prefer to “sleep in.” Costco is building next door. It’s apparent that Ziva, nor the remainder of the humans andRead more

So Says the Dog

Let sleeping leprechauns lie! So says the dog. Yes, replies the human, as she awakes in a fog. Let sleeping felines doze! So says the Queen. Yes, replies the human, who forgets to wear her kelly green. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!    Read more