Monday, 23 June 2014

knocking 'em dead

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


23 June 2014 - There are times when I connect more strongly with my ancestral lines:  the wild cat hunkered in the tall grasses.  I am well camouflaged for nocturnal hunts, and twice this past week I have brought presents of meeps to my peeps.  I am glad to share as the chase is the most thrilling part for me; once my prey is lifeless I lose interest.  Evidently my peeps feel similarly:  after an initial expression of adrenaline they quickly stash it away...perhaps for later consumption?  I hope that they remember where they are hiding the bodies, because I have not been paying attention to these details.  After all I have a bowl full of kibbles.








methodology of the meow-ster





Catvice

(for the self-absorbed)

According to his abilities, each
should pull his weight.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purredator, one that instinctively stalks its food, a natural hunter

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