hay, there

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

7 August 2015 - I don't have a green thumb...heck, I don't have a thumb of any color...but I do like to sniff around the garden.  I have even been known to do some digging there (but don't tell the shorter peep this).  A weed, a flower, an herb...I can't distinguish one from the other.  I suppose it is an indifference to the individual plants... even catnip (and there is none planted in the yard anyway).  I relate to the whole, the big green picture, rather than the parts.   I have tried chewing on some of the grasses to calm a touchy stomach, but most of the time my choice of edible turns out to be an emetic.  Clearly I wouldn't fare well as a wild cat.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Nature doesn't come naturally to most.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - domesticatted, willingly submitting to a pampered life with peeps