sunny boy

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 February 2014 - I outlasted the invasion of strangers, victorious in my claim that this spot is mine.  Nature seems to have sided with me, as the sun is beaming down and the evidence of gloomy wetness is evaporating.  Not that I am a fair-weather cat, but really, who doesn't prefer uplifted spirits and the taste of possibility?  I have sufficient self-confidence to blatantly own a splash of warm light.  My idea of punishment would be an unending state of grayness, varied only by a cold drizzle.  Please spare me, O Bastet!

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

 Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't expect much more than

body heat from the masses.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrgatory, a stray cat's existence