beggars can't be chewsy

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

1 October 2014 - I like the sound of "gourmand" but demand nothing more than a few fresh kibbles.  And fresh is the real sticking point for me.  Who with any self-respect can chow down on stale food?  I suppose if I was truly hungry, I could stomach it...but I once refused to eat for a week, in protest of my boarding at a kennel.  It is the principle of the thing.  A lesser concern of mine is eye appeal, and the shorter peep understands, obligingly stirring the contents of my bowl so that it isn't so obvious that I was noshing thirty minutes earlier.  Otherwise, and those truly are two minor requirements, I am not a picky eater.  One doesn't get to the respectable weight of fifteen pounds by turning his nose up.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Feed the body and the mind.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

film of the day - My Dinner with Andre, that captures the intertwining of food and friendship