aged in oak

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

27 April 2014 - I have gathered that one of my predecessors had to be rescued, not once but twice, from a tree.  He sat up in its branches for three days before his meows were finally pinpointed.  Then, I am told, the tallest ladder and ropes and a duffle bag were needed to bring him back to earth.  Some of you might think that eventually he would have gotten himself out of that difficulty, but my peeps were unwilling to wait until he weakened from hunger and fell the forty feet.  Despite his questionable judgment, he lived into his twenties, a feat that I hope to duplicate.  My life definitely won't be shortened by a mad-hare climb into the clouds.  I have my self-imposed limits.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Aim high but keep your

feet on the ground.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrdicament, dilemma, an unpleasant situation that can shave a life off your years