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Me-usings and Me-emories
1 June 2014 - Here I am two days ago, entering Canada under the cover of a pink towel. I eluded the RCMP...who were such slackers that they didn't even peruse my travel documents. Why exactly did I have to undergo the trauma of a vet visit if no one at the border is concerned about my overall health? I could have been rabid, a danger to the citizenry...of course, I am not...but admit to being a little ticked off. Somebody up here is monkeying with the timeline: not only has the length of day been stretched but we have traveled backward. I don't mean to the horse-and-buggy days, but to early February...when the morning starts at 50 degrees and struggles to top 65. I am not dressed for this sort of weather, and have resorted to searching for pools of sunshine and begging for heated bedding. Maybe deportation back to Florida is my only hope.
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| methodology of the meow-ster |
Catvice
(for the self-absorbed)
Sometimes the best one can do
is survive the circumstances.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purrambulate, to cover great distances by foot, often against one's wishes
Catty Corner
relax Calvin....before you know it, you will be reveling in the brisk temps and thumbing your nose at everyone still sweating it out in Florida!
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