look, up in the sky

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 January 2014 - My backdrop may be gray but I am not:  the post-holiday fog has lifted and I am my untroubled self once again.   The peeps would snicker if I used terms such as jollyl and exultant, believing them inapplicable to a dignified soul such as myself.  But they cannot measure the lightness that I feel.  Who can refute that I am actually flying through the air, wind in my face, like Kent's alter ego?  It is a marvelous feeling to be released by the ground, to spring off and float through the ether, to be buoyant as an untethered balloon above a receding earth.  2014, the year of possibilities or the year of nope...which will you choose?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

First it must be imagined.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain, life with Hemingway was not all purrks