jack frost nipping

Me-ow-my-oh

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 December 2014 - I have had to keep a watchful eye on this big guy:  he seems restless, head swinging about, perhaps looking for a way out.  Sometimes deer wander into stores, the automatic doors beckoning them inside...but they seem to universally regret the decision, and in their panic misplace the exit. Or maybe they haven't lived around peeps long enough to realize the implication of doors...certainly in the great outdoors any direction can lead away from the thing one wishes to escape.  Somehow, when I was taking a break from sentry duty, the poor thing managed to get out of the house and onto the porch, although with our current nasty weather it is wise to remain sheltered there.  Its nose is not aglow, so it doesn't belong to Santa...but if it remains out there long the old snoot will definitely be cold and red.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Warmth can be a luxury.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - dirt-purr, without a home or a food bowl