send out a purrobe

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 July 2015 - Here I am, prowling the elements.  This photograph gives the viewer a sense of how above it all I am when gazing through the rails.  But to really understand the terrain and its inhabitants, one must walk it, nose alert to nuances.  So far I have seen three pesky squeeps and two striped cheeps, often playing atop these very rocks, and the number of water beeps is uncountable.  Part of the difficulty in getting a sense of how many is their habit of paddling past in one large glob of feathers.  Are they forming this flotilla for safety reasons, to pool warmth?  I don't know, and the language barrier prevents me from obtaining an answer.  I suppose they could be just a bunch of quack pots.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The best recon comes from

the one on the street.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrusal, an investigation into what makes the world go 'round, the end-product of a cat's curiosity