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Me-ow-my-oh!

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.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

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