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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 August 2016 - I don't possess a green thumb, so cultivating patience tries what little I have.  The only sense of time relevant to me is the measurable distance between wanting and getting... and at that my peeps are far from prompt.  Often I find it necessary to prod them from their reverie, to nudge them back on course, to hurry the tortoises along.  Any gray hairs that I might have I owe to their stress-inducing indifference to my needs.  Time is money, according to the peep-sayers, and my meter is running.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

When dealing with others,
pack a snack and a book.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - enpurrvation, drained of energy, running on empty (no thanks to the peeps)