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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 April 2016 - At the mature age of twelve, I am more and more content to observe nature from the inside of a plate glass.  I came from out there, and in my youth alternated between inside and outside, enjoying my freedom to choose where and when.  But without any conscious decision I am now almost exclusively a house cat.  I still have the option, but there is no urgency to wander the woods.  The view from this ledge actually gives me a much better overview than ground surveillance ever would.  Whaddya know?  I have lived and learned.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Your toes don't get stepped on

when you're above the fray.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - in one's purrime, mature (physically, around one year of age...but like most, the head takes a while to catch up)