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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

12 July 2014 - It is not often tthat my frustration can be depicted in a still-life, but here I am, mere feet from the squeep....but it might as well be a mile.  I have tried stretching between the balusters, pawing from atop the railing, and the gulf can't be bridged.  Theoretically I could leap onto the trunk of the tree, but then what?  I am one cat who likes to have a back-up plan. Besides my hind feet don't seem to be attached in the same way as those of the squeep, with an ankle joint that permits it to point its back feet in the opposite direction from its front feet.  That isn't going to happen on my body, so I must vigilantly wait for misjudgment on its part...which is certain to occur given its small cranium.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice

(for the self-absorbed)

Patience is an undervalued asset.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - furbearance, the ability to postpone immediate gratification, to accept delay and to tolerate annoyance, like a cat stalking its prey