of a winter night

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

6 January 2014 - I caught the tail-end of a peep conversation...something about Old Man Winter arriving later today, and from the quaver in their voices they were not pleased.  So I am guarding the front entry, with the intention of turning him on his heels.  For all my diligence I am nonetheless working without a photo.  I can't recall any prior visitor with this name, so I shall just heave-ho any stranger that knocks.   Today is not an auspicious one to drop by or blow in.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Thresholds are subtle boundaries,

but demarcations even so.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

 

excerpt of the day -  

He consigned to the moon, such as she was,

So late-arising, to the broken moon

As  better than the sun in any case

For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,

His icicles along the wall to keep;

And slept.

~ Robert Frost