gnashed hopes

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 November 2014 - Today I am peering into the tropical jungle, ears trained for the slightest rustle of leaves, eyes keen for a trembling palmetto frond.  The wild cat never knows when his next meal will be served, and can only hope that the feasts outnumber the famines.  Hunger pushes one to take risks, and that despair can be one's undoing.  I must walk a careful line.  But the chilling howls of wild dogs keep me focused.  I may disparage the individual dim deep, but no one in his right mind provokes a mob.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Someone who leaps without looking doesn't need a retirement plan.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cataclysm, a swift and violent event involving claws and incisors