Friday, 26 February 2016

give me an oy

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


26 February 2016 - This is not the usual time of year to hear prancing and pawing on the roof...so it must be one of those green leeps, warmed sufficiently by the sun to sneak about.  Either the shorter peep can't hear its scritching or is not disturbed by its presence (probably the former), but something is definitely moving around, just above my head.  Its close proximity is what gets my tail switching, and it is totally frustrating to be separated by a cold pane of glass.  My only recourse is distraction:  I'm going to put distance between it and my ears, to soothe my upset with a bit of food and perhaps a lie-down.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"So close, so close, and yet so far away."













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons



Catty Corner

word of the day - exaspurrated, irked at the universe's conspiracy to make things difficult

("if I were king of the forest")

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