making the spirit bright

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 December 2013 - Something tells me that the number of remaining under-the-tree opportunities can be counted on one paw.  Scarcity tends to trigger hoarding, so I have been taking naps and baths beneath the ornaments.  It is a mesmerizing place, a controlled bit of wildness in which even the most timid can relax.  I have noticed that the things spread around the tree's base are slowly disappearing, being absorbed into the household.  If memory is accurate, soon the container boxes will be pulled out from hiding, and the holiday scene will be dismantled and packed away for another time.  I can't fathom what dire consequences would be triggered if the peeps simply neglected to do so.  True, housecleaning (in which I take no part but have "noticed") is more tedious with all the extra stuff occupying horizontal surfaces; also true and more regrettable, the eye would quickly fatigue and cease to be enchanted.  So, yes, when put that way, I guess that every special moment must have a lifespan.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Ends follow beginnings.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - magicat, possessing qualities naturally found in a feline; astonishing, breathtaking, mind-blowing