a concrete plan

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 October 2014 - With the driveway empty of traffic and the backyard quiet, I ventured outside.  There is a long unremarkable stretch of newness now at the back door.  Its odor is strange, but no funkier than that which it supplanted.  The material was firm beneath my feet, but I suspect that it will make a poor scratching surface.  The real question is how the evicted armadillo and opossums will react.  Burrowing under this horizontal monolith will not be so easy.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't forget that solid ground

sits upon molten rock.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

song of the day - Steamroller Blues, "I'm a cement mixer baby, a churning urn of burning funk"