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Me-ow-my-oh!
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Me-usings and Me-emories
14 June 2014 - I am surprised that there isn't a contest for the seat by the wood stove. Although I don't stretch my paws toward the fire, this spot can be quite comfy. On gray, windy days I can curl up here and watch the leaves fight to stay attached to the branches, while not a hair on my head is ruffled. This corner is at one end of the great room, the adjective serving double duty here. Wood lines the floor, walls, and ceiling, and contributes a honey glow even when there is little or no sunshine. Trees are something that Nova Scotia's thin, rocky soil can grow, and they are a hoot to climb.
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methodology of the meow-ster
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Catvice
(for the self-absorbed)
Don't romanticize nature unless you
want it to slap you back to reality.
want it to slap you back to reality.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
silliness of the day - Lumberjack Song,
"I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea."
Catty Corner
"I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea."
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