sidelined

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

9 February 2014 - I knew something was up.  The first clue was all that frenetic house-cleaning, then all that kitchen time.  Well, the what-is-going-on has been answered:  two strangers have just arrived and unloaded their gear....I think they are not the typical doorbell-ringers, the ones that hope to exchange a pamphlet for a donation.  No, hugs were exchanged, so my peeps, not typically the out-going sort, must know these two from somewhere.  They may smell vaguely familiar, but I honestly can't place them.  So I will keep my distance, and do a bit of recon.  At least they didn't bring along any wee peeps, the kind that squeal "kit-tee" and lurch toward me like miniature Frankensteins.  I know from past experience that eventually, if I bide my time, these visitors will go away, and it will be my house again.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Strangers are called

strange for a reason.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - Behind the Beautiful Forevers, by Katherine Boo, catalytic non-fiction about Mumbai