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Me-usings and Me-emories
25 September 2013 - My peeps and I occasionaly indulge in hide-and-seek fun. It requires very little of me, other than finding a quiet place to relax. Once they realize that my whereabouts is unknown, they begin the game: first, I hear them bleating my name, but not wishing to spoil their adventure, I remain put, with my eyes half-open. Next comes the actual seeking. Their movements about the house, as they check all the prior hide-and-seek spots, can easily be heard. There is no attempt at stealth. But why should I be at any of these places? Smarter if they conjured up new spots, thought like a cat, if that is humanly possible, and returned to the old haunts when all else failed. Sometimes, when the game has gone overly long, I rally their flagging spirits with a tiny meow. They take such joy in discovering me.
methodology of the meow-stro |
Today's Catechism
(for the self-taught)
Life requires very little.
Bring back Bastet |
Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
feline of the day - Catarina, Edgar Allen Poe's pet that sat on his shoulder as he wrote, and inspired "The Black Cat"
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Yes, I guess, from Rosie's point of view, it is missing peeps. She probably is puzzled why we keep calling her name sometimes. But happy with all the attention she gets when we find her.
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