"the cat himself knows"

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 January 2016 - My middle name should be "waiting"...waiting for a peep to put food in my bowl, waiting for a peep to open a door, waiting for a peep to catch up, to buy a clue.  Indeed I slouch beneath the sheer weight of it all.  How frustrating itt is to be the quickest, the brightest.  Having to rub ankles with the masses is sufficient reason to live a solitary life.  My confession may strike you as the whining of an elitist, but honestly what sort of goal is "common"?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Everyday thinking,

like everyday attire,

quickly becomes threadbare.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

 "When you notice a cat in profound contemplation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name."

~ T.S. Eliot