Two Days or Two Minutes?

  “I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It’s not.” “Mine had me trained in two days.” ~Bill Dana~ All cat people know of this training. For some it takes two days. For others, perhaps two weeks or a mere two minutes. It is not difficult training, but it is subtle and extremely effective. Some may call it merciless. These creatures are not stupid. They can tell time, order the filling of the food dishes,Read 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

SoCS: Framing the Week

As of today, I’m on vacation. December of 2018 was the last month I had a full week’s vacation. I’m so ready. Let me put a frame around what I have in mind in regard to the week’s agenda. Spending time with these two crazy kids. 2.  Sleeping in. 3.  Staying in my pajamas as long as possible. If I make it all day, I can award myself bonus points. 4.  Having a morning cup of sweet, milky tea outRead more

Better Than a Food Journal

Recently, my friend Heather, or MOSY as she is known in blogging circles, wrote a wonderful piece on having Gratitude. She beat me to the punch. I had intended, ever since Mother’s Day, to write on the same subject. It was on May 12th that I started a Gratitude Journal, one in which I would write down three things I was grateful for, every day. So far, so good. Keeping a gratitude journal is easier than keeping a food journalRead more

A Familiar Pose

Quite often Sitting on the couch I witness A familiar pose of one in stillness Splayed Straddling Seemingly sad The other one sits in wait Ignoring Impatient with him He pretends the victim She stares uncaring He begs attention She wonders if it’s time to eat He feigns forlorn She says get over it He huffs his woe She leaves disgusted I stay sitting on the couchRead 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

His Momma Left Him

“To me, country music tells a story about, and deals with, the way people live their lives and what they do.” ~Randy Travis~ I’m not a huge fan of country music. I cherry-pick at it, depending on the lyrics and music. Sometimes I do country music simply because Keith Urban is on the TV with a guitar. That being said, blogging friend Dan over at No Facilities loves country music and decided it applies to cats as well as people.Read more

SoCS: Lips and Gremlins

It’s been one of those weeks. Blipping tiring and frustrating. Mostly work related with a bit of messed-up weather. The Elevator Story I was out of town for a couple days this week, at a business meeting in Madison. One of my peers had been bemoaning the fact that “the gremlins” were after her all day Monday. Anything that could go wrong, went wrong. I sat next to her during the Tuesday portion of the meeting. At about 4:00 pm,Read more

Near Miss

They called it a near miss, but I called it strategic planning. “What are you doing, G?” “Admiring my recent work, dear sister.” The dark slits of her eyes narrowed as her chest heaved in disbelief. “Seriously? Why would you admire this work? It’s uninteresting and has no meaning.” “No meaning? Of course it has meaning,” he said as he smoothed insulted gray hair. “I don’t get it.” “I’m strategic in the placement. It’s exactly where it’s supposed to be,Read 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

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

SoCS: Hurry Up!

Linda G. Hill gave us quite the prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness post: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘ask someone else.’ Either ask someone for a prompt word or, if you can’t, turn on a TV or a radio and choose a word from the first sentence you hear. Enjoy!” I was alone in the apartment at the time I read Linda’s prompt. So, I turned on the TV. There was Festus on theRead more