St. Nicks and stones

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 January 2017 - I resolve to be friendlier to visitors (and here is hoping that we have very few).  I resolve to be less demanding (even though there is so little room for improvement).  I resolve to be less picky (this one has a chance if I was just fed what I want).  I resolve to be more helpful around the domicile (just keep in mind that, although cats and brooms are often pictured together, we are never seen using one).  I resolve to treat my peeps as equals (if only they would act it), I resolve to brighten my peeps' year (be careful what you ask for).  And like most peep resolutions, these have a Mr. Snowman's chance in you-know-where.  But it's the thought that counts.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

We can all do better.

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Bastet beckons

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word of the day - determewned, firmly decided on a course of action, but open to change

St. Nickeled pink

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 December 2017 - A good night's rest really does produce positive results.  This morning I am feeling more myself, and even more, to my surprise, in the holiday spirit.  We can all find, if we thoroughly search, a reason to feel joy and, more importantly, a reason to express joy.  Cats aren't known for being warm and cuddly creatures... which just means that our emotions are subtly expressed.  So trust me when I say that I am delighted to be back in my home, around familiar sights and sounds and smells.  For the record, I am not delighted with the ambient temperature.  Did Santa forget to shut the door on his way out?

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Warm thoughts are nice,

but a fire is more appreciated.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

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mangled lyric of the day - "Yule-tide carols being sung by a cat", not that farfetched a concept (but hard on the ears)

St. Nick and tired

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 December 2017 - I don't know about you, but this holiday has been particularly stressful for me.  My suitcase suspicions were spot-on:  shortly thereafter I found myself in the back seat of a car, heading north.  I know "north" only because it grew progressively colder.  At least the shorter peep thought to pack my heating pad... otherwise you might be reading my obituary.  Even in the hinterland, my services were required, and I was only too happy to evict various meeps from the white peep's garage (it wasn't as if I had much else to occupy my time).  Despite my deep desire to be returned home, its realization was painful:  more confinement in the car, more exposure to strange noises.  But as you might guess, I survived the ordeal... although I am still in recovery.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

What's wrong with

"same old, same old"?

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

mangled lyric of the day - "not a creature was purring", due to fright or frostbite or both

St. Nickeled and dimed

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 December 2017 - There is a lot of unusual behavior today, so I am keeping a safe distance from my peeps.  It began last night when I spotted suitcases stuffed with clothing.  Then this morning the taller peep popped out of bed, hours before his normal rising time.  I am now 100% suspicious.  Should my instincts turn out to be overly sensitive (and I will know this if the three of us are still here when the sun sets), then I will tamp my paranoia and return to my normal routine.  In the meantime I am watching from a hiding place, with a backup haven in mind... just in case.  I hate holidays!

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Grinches often have their reasons.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsecution, annoyance at the hands of peeps (wait 'til I tell Santa)

St. Nicky picky

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 December 2017 - "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake."  Well, I think that is due to his army of snitches.  This diminuitive guy showed up in the office several weeks ago, and I have the distinct impression that he is watching me.  I've tried swatting his smug face, but he just wobbled his head at me... not very bright, if you ask me.  He needs to find a life that doesn't involve spying on others.  It may not be easy being green, especially this glaring shade, but my sympathy has dried up.  If I were a dim deep, I would bury him in the back yard.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Watch your backhand.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsue, to approach stealthily, purrly for the sake of data-gathering

St. Nicked for arson

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 December 2017 - Another chilly morning, another attempt on my part to stay warm...  I cautiously appreciate fire when it is safely contained behind glass and brick, but otherwise its potential for destruction is too scary.  I have seen strange peeps light hoops, such as the one suspended behind me, and then expect my wild cousins to leap through.  There is no chance that I would do such a thing.  And then there is the rumor that a peep slides down a chimney (what if there are logs burning?) to deliver last-minute gifts.  Drop mine off by drone, please.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't do the "what if".

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - trepurrdation, the fear that something, or someone, is dangerous (like a white-bearded peep in a bright red suit)

St. Ixnay

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 December 2017 - I recognize this dapper fellow from past years.  He seems to prefer hanging in the office, on the periphery of commotion.  We agree on this point, which might be why I haven't attempted to shred his tempting scarf.  Plus he is very quiet and undemanding, two more commendable points.  The jingles on his headpiece are a bit ostentatious, but then so is the season.  Besides, better that he has to wear the froufrou, than the shorter peep trying to tie a bell around my neck... which I guess makes him, as the bearer of my burdens, the scapegoat, although I am not certain that is his real species.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Birds with no feathers

flock together as well.

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Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

wisdom of the day - "Well, if you can't believe what you read in a comic book, what can you believe?" ~ Bullwinkle

St. Nickers in a twist

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 December 2017 - Brrrr!  Do you think that the sun can be convinced to shine about twelve inches lower?  It really is a bad idea to allow a committee of sentient beings to control our weather, I realize, because needed rain would never get a majority vote.  However, while shivering, I felt the need to register my opinion.  I don't necessarily need to be in the spotlight, but I definitely want its radiant heat.  Meanwhile I will minimize my surface area and attempt to hatch my four paws.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Average temperatures

are deceiving.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - hypopurrmic, very cold, with the chance of frost forming on the fur

in the St. Nick of time

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

12 December 2017 - I got an early Christmas present:  my peeps returned home last night, after several days of leaving me with a sitter.  I have nothing against this stranger; she is kind, quiet, nonthreatening... but she is a stranger.  So you can imagine how happy and relieved I was to hear familiar footsteps on the porch steps.  "The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof," yes, I can relate to that lyric.  But I am glad that we don't have a chimney, as it would be one more thing for me to guard.  I don't want a red-bedecked peep, jolly or not, descending upon our hearth.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Many fairy tales don't end well.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - capurr, to dance about in a joyful manner, but also a peep escapade

I am so confused

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

8 December 2017 - It is something of a joke that we cats prefer heights, even favoring a newspaper over the floor on which it rests.  I suppose this behavior is hard-wired, since it is not a conscious act on my part.  And it makes us very predictable, and hence the ha-ha.  Sometimes I think the shorter peep sets up a sting, just to watch my neurons fire.  But there are good reasons for us felines, wild or not, to seek out a high vantage... and it should not need further comment... so I won't.  Peep humor... I don't get it.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Funny is a nebulous quality.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - comeowdian, the star (without even trying) of countless youtube videos

fussy, was he?

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

7 December 2017 - What happened to Mr. Sun?  He seemed healthy and vigorous yesterday, but today he is looking quite wan.  And if he is wan, so am I, as I depend upon his provided heat to warm my body.  The lap of my shorter peep is a decent substitute, but it is very localized... what if I don't want to be in the office?... and fidgety... is it too much to ask that my bed be still?  However, if my choices are a chilly chair cushion and her lap, then clearly I am there.  None of my observations should be taken as peep criticism:  I may grouse, but the facts remain... unaltered by my displeasure, unfazed by my discomfort.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some things are

simply inconvenient.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsnickety, having an opinion about how things should be (not that my opinion is ever requested)

got cheek?

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Me-usings and Me-emories

6 December 2017 - See, I am not hallucinating:  there really is a tiny beep that visits our window.  Is it lost, is it lonely?  Its aggressive behavior is not the sort of thing to win over friends.  It throws itself against the glass, a frenzy of wings and pecking.  If I were to assign it an emotion, it would be anger.  Our two species are best kept separated, so I mostly find its actions amusing and, on a slow morning, entertaining.  Just to get a reaction, I sometimes lunge at it, but it is unperturbed.  I have to admire something that small possessing that much chutzpah.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

You understand based on

what you've experienced.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - nonpussed, disconcerted to the point of being unsure how to react (yep, not a puss)

top cat and tales

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

5 December 2017 - Have I awakened in the fabled closet of Imelda Meowcos?  I suspect the number of shoes owned by my shorter peep is an order of magnitude less... but there are still a ridiculous number, said by one who has no need for foot trappings.  Not that we felines are slouches in the glamour department.  Our insistence upon a well-groomed presentation is recognized by the dullest, and we tuxedoes are especially fortunate in always making a classy impact... with little effort.  I wouldn't go so far as to say that I have a footwear fetish, but I do enjoy sniffing a just-discarded shoe.  Its smells tell a nuanced story, and carry me on a journey without the unsettling distress of travel.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Take advantage

of first impressions.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

quote of the day - "Naked people have little or no influence on society." ~ Mark Twain