a little bird told me

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Me-usings and Me-emories

31 March 2014 - I wasn't intending a Tweety-and-Sylvester photo op, but that is what we got.  Look closely near my front paws to see the crazed vireo that for the past week has provided me lots of free entertainment at the dining room window.  Normally the beep is a small blur on the other side of the glass, but occasionally it has to pause and catch its breath.  The rational part of my brain knows that it is safe from my clutches, but after a few seconds of frenzied motion I can't help myself.  The old predator hormones kick in, and I find myself swatting and leaping and other such boisterous exercise that it belies my age.  I swear that most of the time I really am a very dignified fellow.

 

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Only a dullard stifles all emotions.

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word of the day - furrisky, playful and full of energy like an uninhibited kitten

mewl-headed

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Me-usings and Me-emories

30 March 2014 - There are some aspects of spring that cause my fur to rise:  all that tree dander that coats the ground and adheres to my paws, and the bevy of crazed birds that fling themselves against the window panes, to name two.  I am immensely delighted when winter's coldness is beaten back, but these annoyances are a blotch on my total happiness.  Those feathered dingbats attack the glass, just an inch from my teeth and claws, but they are mad with testosterone and blinded by the urge to impress the lady birds.  How else to explain why my presence is not an absolute deterrent?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Madness won't listen to reason.

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film of the day - The Grand Budapest Hotel, a marvelous two hours, despite the defenestration of a cat, three purrs

bet you can't....

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

 29 March 2014 - I think that peeps would be a much dirtier lot if they had to bathe with their tongues.  It is second-nature to me, of course, but they just don't appear flexible enough or sufficiently devoted to this labor-intensive activity.  If you have ever been licked by one of my kind, then you are aware that we possess in our mouths a cross between a pumice stone and a loofah sponge...in other words we are quite capable of a thorough scrub.  After all, cleanliness is next to godliness, and I've got both covered.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A slovenly appearance doesn't give much hope for an orderly mind.

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word of the day - purreen, to groom oneself as only a feline can

faster than the speeding bullet

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 March 2014 - Nay-sayers believed that the sound barrier would not be broken, but then the world heard a double boom.  The next perceived limit is the speed of light, although "warp" has already been coined in preparation for that day.  Meanwhile there occurs in our midsts a glimpse of what is to come.  After all my cousin cheetah can sprint in excess of 70 mph, reaching 60 in less than three seconds...boo-hoo Bugatti.

methodology of the meow-ster

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

You don't have to outrun the velociraptor.  You just have to

outrun the next guy.

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quote of the day - "I feel the need for speed." ~ Top Gun

in the spotlight

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Me-usings and Me-emories

27 March 2014 - If I were not a Bastet follower, I would swear allegiance to Apollo...you know the Greek charioteer that bears the sun across the sky, morning to night, day after day.  Come to think of it, I suppose cloudy days are those when Apollo and his steeds fail to show up.  Anyway, sometimes I have to go to great heights to find Apollo's handiwork.  In this photo I happen to be facing north, so these rays of light arrived via a series of reflections.  Like a banked pool shot, each bounce stole a bit of oomph.  By the time this beam fell on me, it was a specter of brightness and warmth...but I was desperate.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Hiding your light under a

bushel basket conserves heat.

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word of the day - tempurrate, exhibiting mildness and moderation

to forgive is divine

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 March 2014 - There is no need to point out the obvious:  yes, I am an old softie.  Besides it requires too much energy to hold a grudge, so I briefly sulked and then quickly got over it.  How can one stay mad at a peep that is such a good and generous chin-chucker?  I enjoy being the beneficiary, and if the shorter peep feels the need to atone, then I shan't correct her.  This matter is between her and her conscience....which is where you will conveniently find me.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

 Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Pouts use too many muscles.

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word of the day - repurration, the making of amends to a cat for a wrong one has committed

peep eyed

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Me-usings and Me-emories

25 March 2014 -  Well, well, guess who turned up last night?  I still haven't completely forgiven her for getting lost, and she knows that she is in the, forgive me, doghouse.  I have given her a thorough going-over with the nose, and I'm not certain where exactly she has been all this time.  We have had a brief review, and she still remembers all the tricks I taught her, such as turning on the faucet when cued.  I am relieved as retraining her would be tedious.  However for the next few days, I intend to keep an eye on her, lest she wander off again.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The carefree person has

foisted his cares upon another.

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word of the day - purrodigal, acting in a reckless fashion as if one can bank on extra lives

dumb dumb found

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Me-usings and Me-emories

23 March 2014 - I woke up with a feeling this morning, a feeling that has prompted me to check the closet corners, look behind closed doors, and scan the horizon.  I honestly can't point to any concrete stimulus, but my senses have picked up a ripple in the air, the faintest suggestion that the shorter peep has picked up her trail and is heading back to the domicile.  If/when she crosses the threshold, I will insist that she wear a jangly bell around her neck, with which the taller peep and I can better pinpoint her whereabouts.  Worry is going to shave off one of my lives.

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Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

To wonder off is safer

than wandering off.

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word of the day - purrplexed, experiencing that at-sea feeling when trying to understand another's behavior

getting high

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Me-usings and Me-emories

19 March 2014 - Various reasons are offered as to why we cats like to perch on elevated sites...as if you peeps can actually fathom our motivations.  Is it because we feel safer high above the ground?  Is it to seek better viewing of nearby prey?  If either of these was the case, it would have to be hard-wired since my abode doesn't harbor foe nor offer any food options except the dry-kibble variety.  Yet here I sit, by choice.  What I have come to realize is that higher means warmer in our house, and I like things toasty.  There is a platform another fifteen feet above my pictured perch, which makes it highly (pardon the pun) desirable.  But I have yet to figure out how to reach it.  Surely there is an access to this indoor aerie...unless Escher designed this house.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Don't be so quick to toss a hot potato.

It can fill the belly and warm the hands.

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Bastet beckons

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word of the day - tempurrate, denoting a climate acceptable to felines

patty cake

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Me-usings and Me-emories

16 March 2014 - If the shorter peep were here, I would have enjoyed a slice of pie on Friday, 3/14, or a forkful of Caesar salad on the ides.  I am not holding out much hope for corned beef tomorrow.  Admittedly I (and the taller peep) care little for boiled cabbage, and I am unaware of any Irish ancestry.  But it seems that no genetic legitimacy is required to wear green on St. Patrick's Day.  In the old country, the faithful would make pilgrimages up Croagh Patrick, or the Reek, some on their hands and knees.  Here in the States, avid celebrants often end up on their hands and knees.  I too get around on all fours, but there the similarity stops.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

One's identity is subsumed to that

of the mob and the rabble.

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Bastet beckons

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book of the day - And the Mountains Echoed, by Khaled Hosseini, a bereaved father confronts the div who took his youngest child

chill out, not

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 March 2014 - Oh, my, Florida is simply incomparable in the spring and fall.  You readers know that I am not a cold-weather cat, so this recent weather is my idea of perfect.  The shorter peep prefers fall, possibly because the balls of shed hair are not rolling, but I prefer the spring.  I purr with contentment knowing that winter is so far away.  Bring on the sunshine and the heat.  Nothing is finer than being warm from tip of nose to tip of tail, than being able to stretch out and know in every cell that you are alive.  Yes, you might not suspect it but the sap is rising.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

"Warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child" ~ Carl Jung

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Bastet beckons

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word of the day - furvor, feline passion

ka-ching

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Me-usings and Me-emories

6 March 2014 - I am not sure what my job title is (and I can't recall ever seeing a pay check...I am trusting direct-deposit), but I faithfully report to work.  My talents are many and, frankly, underutilized.  But I do have a corner office brightened by natural light, perks that not every working stiff can truthfully claim.  The world-wide web is an amazing way for us introverts to be part of a larger social circle, and the lucky (i.e., clever) ones manage to make a living by never leaving home.  That is my idea of the perfect employment.  Uncombed, perhaps unwashed (myself excluded), we plop into our desk chairs and figuratively clock-in.  Both touch-typists and two-fingered wonders staccato their ideas made incarnate to the needy masses, and whether it is a fraction of a cent per sale or an hourly contractual arrangement, money amasses.  Would we have believed this scenario fifty years ago?  We are living in yesterday's science fiction, and cannot imagine what lies ahead.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Whistling while you work will

drive your cubicle mates crazy.

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Bastet beckons

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quote of the day - "The future is there...looking back at us.  Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become." ~ William Gibson

all over the nap

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Me-usings and Me-emories

2 March 2014 - The work week is very quiet around the homestead these days.  I am accustomed to the shorter peep's spinning through the rooms, clamoring in the kitchen.  So although I try to stay busy, stay focused, I find myself dozing on the clock while the taller peep is away on the job.  Rodents and amphibians have not gained the upper-hand - things aren't that slack - but I realize that my vigilance isn't 100%.  But the first step in dealing with a problem is realizing there is one, so I am confident that I will be able to rouse myself, throw off the sluggishness, and keep the domicile safe.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Snooze and you can lose

more than time.

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Bastet beckons

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word of the day - torpurr, a state of physical and mental inactivity as perfected by a cat