cold sore

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

9 October 2013 - Brrrr, what happened to the summery temperatures and warm sunshine?  If I weren't such a home-body, I would pack my kibbles and comb and head south, with or without my peeps.  We seem to be caught in a long vicious cycle of bone-baking days followed by an icy interim and then more heat.  This lack of constancy can't be good for our psyches.  Like our ancestors, we unconsciously wonder if the sun will rise again, if the north winds will abate.  I promise that I would not grow bored if every day was perfect.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Cold hands, warm heart is a survival skill.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cat-chen, the room 
where the pet's food bowl resides