rubbed the wrong way

Me-ow-my-oh!

 

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 May 2014 -  I fear that my good-natured and reassuring presence has turned me into the household's worry stone.  Whenever the peeps pass through a room in which I am, they are compelled to pause and speak, scratch my head, chuck my chin.  This obsessive need to ground themselves through me may be the cause of my thinning hair, like the polished feet of saintly statues.  Am I in fact their psychological crutch?  I suspect the answer to this question is "yes", but I accept the burden of responsibility.  After all, to those whom much is given, much is expected...and it is great job security.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The sense of touch is undervalued.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - furet, to be visibly worried or anxious, to be dogged by concern