lumps of cold

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 February 2015 - I haven't turned blue...yet, but I do not care at all for the next twenty-four hours' forecast.  I have said it before, but the truth can't be overstated:  I am a Florida cat.  We enjoy lolling in 95+ degree weather, but Santa and his reindeer can keep this arctic stuff.  I can tell my peeps are of a like mind:  their fingers and their noggins are the only things exposed to this abominable weather.  And speaking of, I truly hope, with paws crossed, that this is the closest I will ever get to a snowman.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Weather is a sure

topic of conversation.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - repurrhensible, anything foul or distasteful, such as frigid air and peeps who don't like cats