orb-iting the earth

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 October 2014 -  It is a stretched metaphor to say that I am the proverbial fly on the wall, but I do enjoy watching from the periphery.  When you are quiet and still, the world can forget that you are there.  It is a successful predator ploy, although there is nothing so sinister at work here.  I just like observing the peeps:  they can be so unpredictable in their actions, such as the taller one pounding on his keyboard.  And I am not the only eye on their office space.  Notice that I have situated myself well to one side of the webcam.  Watchers would rather not be watched.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Scrutinize the world after 

you have examined yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

qoute of the day - "...his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground", from Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby