vagrant lot

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 July 2015 - It hasn't gone so far as "singing for my supper", but what I have to do to get a dollop of yogurt!  The shorter peep and I take breakfast together every morning, but my meal arrives one tablespoon at a time...and only after I have requested each one.  I have seen the container:  "fat free", so she can't claim to be concerned about my calorie intake.  Actually I think she enjoys this bit of interaction, where I pat her forearm and she dutifully delivers the next helping.  I am reminded of the Buddhist with his alms bowl.  The practice is certainly humbling, but the lesson shouldn't be wasted on a cat.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Enlightenment isn't for everyone.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - street purrson, one that is homeless and must scratch out an existence