how typical

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Me-usings and Me-emories

28 February 2017 - It is so easy to buy into the us-them divide.  Such a viewpoint encourages feelings of superiority, and thus validity, in our judgments:  "I am better than he.  I deserve more.  I am the chosen tribe."  But the truth behind this illusion is that we are more alike than different, that we reside in the same community, that we need similar things to exist.  Without this realization, we can denigrate and exploit the other, blind to the fact that we are poisoning our own well, polluting our own air, blackening our own future.  Life is already too short.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Remind me again

why you are special.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - run-of-the-mewl, possessing that dichotomy of ordinary but remarkable (and we do it with such ease)

ready sense

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Me-usings and Me-emories

27 February 2017 - Not so for me, but for many peeps out there Monday is a downer, a drag to the psyche.  Please accept my condolences.  Each of us has burdens to carry, some physical, some of the heart, and the source of pain or sadness might not be visible to an outsider, but could explain the snarl, the reticience...which is why, as compassionate beings, we should cut the other person some slack.  It is the right thing to do (you know it is):  end of discussion.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Not every day is a good one.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purremptory, purrhaps brusque but never, never dogmatic

on cumulus cloud nine

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Me-usings and Me-emories

26 February 2017 - Who could survive a week of grayness?  Can someone explain to me the connection between weather and mood?  Evidently lots of peeps in the frozen north have to contend with such a depressing reality.  But here in Florida, aptly named the Sunshine State, we bide our time through the gloomy hours knowing that the sun will soon emerge.  Evidently there is a place called Tucson, far away from here, that has even more clear skies than we do.  That part of the world, I understand, is high desert.  The image that comes to my mind is a giant cat box.  While I concede the need for such a thing, I don't really want to live in one.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Smile warmly.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrleased, in good spirits, catfree

the loyal royal

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Me-usings and Me-emories

25 February 2017 - I have never met Michelangelo, nor are the shorter peep and I lying on the ceiling, but you get the point.  I believe that I have successfully captured that omniscient and rather bored look of a supreme being.  With my peep almost entirely cropped from the picture, the correct message is conveyed as to who is who and what is what.  It explains why I feel so protective of my peeps... and it should make my curling in her lap all the more special.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't wait for divine intervention.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrayerful, mostly steadfast in my peep devotion while remaining faithful to my catness

the galloping poor-me

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Me-usings and Me-emories

24 February 2017 - Friday mornings are clean-up days around our house.  I find it all obsessive-compulsive, but what do I know?  The dreaded vacuum comes out of its hiding place, and I am stalked.  Maybe it only wants my shed hair, which is creepy enough, but with its whirring growl I keep my distance, lest it lunge for me.  This closet drawer, some five feet above the carpet, affords temporary protection, but sooner or later the thing will sniff me out and I must scurry to another safe place.  Eventually the mechanical beast is recaged and my heart rate can normalize... but while it is loose, I am on red alert.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

You don't want to be the slowest one.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

character of the day - Mufasa, the lion king of Pride Rock

dry landlubber

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Me-usings and Me-emories

23 February 2017 - After twenty-four hours of gray drippiness, I am relieved to see that we are still above the flood waters.  But when you build your house on sand, there isn't much worry about being washed away... unless that sand is a dune along the ocean.  We are many miles inland, and at an elevation of thirty-six feet... which should keep us dry even if Antarctica melts.  I really am not interested in learning to swim, although there are oddballs of my species who have been observed dim-deep paddling.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"You're all wet" isn't a compliment.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cat-astrophe, shredded upholstery, stained carpet... nothing too life-shattering

trivial pursuit

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Me-usings and Me-emories

22 February 2017 - The taller peep and I are on the same page:  sleep is good, rules are bad, butter is tasty... which is why I hang out with him in the morning.  Unlike the shorter peep, who has never in my memory, shared with me something from her plate, my bud is willing to slip me a morsel when you-know-who isn't looking.  I pass if he offers me a taste of the sludge that he drinks, but otherwise I appreciate his thoughtfulness.  Don't think that I am dissing the shorter peep:  I accept that she was born with a rigid spine.  She is the one who doles out my treats (which are pretty yummy for prescription food), and her lap is the most comfortable in the house.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A few good friends is

all that you need.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - peccatillo, an offense so slight it says more about the peep who mentions it

purr found

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Me-usings and Me-emories

21 February 2017 - If we cats could speak in peep tongue, we would have no peace.  Our numerous lives and keen observations make us a natural repository for wisdom, a source for answers to knotty questions.  Those troubled seekers would find us, form a line that snaked down the mountain, and beseech us for aid.  Destroyed would be our morning naps, our afternoon siestas, our post-meal snoozes, our solitary existence.  And for what?  These same peeps would trouble another of my kind for a second opinion, and another for a third... until one of us said what they were thinking.  Turn on a light bulb if you want enlightenment.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Start with yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewse, peep inspurration

what are the chances?

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Me-usings and Me-emories

20 February 2017 - I don't mean to be an alarmist, but the world can be a dangerous place.  Nonetheless as part of my job I venture out, patrolling the grounds.  My safety, and indirectly that of my peeps, depends upon my senses:  the nose informs me what is in the vicinity or has recently traipsed through, my ears detect and pinpoint the source of rustles and snaps, my eyes pan for the slightest motion.  And should something set off my alarm, I depend upon my lungs and legs to sprint me back to safety.  Shouldn't I get hazard pay?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Risk is part of life.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrtective, trying to prevent harm to peeps, without jeopardizing my own neck

the japed crusader

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Me-usings and Me-emories

19 February 2017 - The shorter peep and I often have differences of opinion... certainly not deal-breakers, but the sort one would file away as irksome.  We have our morning routine, and mine involves going out on the screened porch.  I consider it part of my job as sentry, to survey the northern approach.  Evidently her "routine" is to keep me waiting, once I am through.  Is this delay a conscious thing?  Does she have a skewed sense of humor?  Does this face look like I am amused??

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

No one likes to be the butt of a joke.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrank, a bit of mischief, always more fun if you're the doer and not the doee

importunate news

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Me-usings and Me-emories

18 February 2017 - Any peep who has spent time around my kind can probably figure out my message:  follow me.  What is amazing is how long I can wait, constantly channeling this thought, before the shorter peep gets it... or perhaps more accurately, reacts to it.  I could get a gray muzzle biding my time for the taller peep, so I focus on the target that can yield positive results.  When my frustration mounts, I have been known to vocalize (as the silent treatment can be ignored).  If that fails to produce an effect, I then struggle to my feet and poke her with a paw.  The things I have to do to be heard....

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Wheels don't enjoy squeaking.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catient, able to handle delays through annoyance

what ails you?

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Me-usings and Me-emories

17 February 2017 - For those of you concerned about yesterday's funk, you can see that I am now "on top of the world, looking down on creation."  In other less-lyrical words, things have settled.  You can't keep a good (or bad) cat down for long.  It is entirely possible that my malaise could have been due to something I ate.  There isn't a great deal of variety in my diet, but there are unsupervised moments when I gobble some unidentified, but irresistible, thing... and then have to chase it with grass, a cud of sorts.  Perhaps I am a slow learner, perhaps I am a victim of ancestral hard-wiring, but I really should strike lizards from the menu.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

You are unfortunately what you eat.

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Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catoisseur, one with a discerning nose and an exacting palate, an epurrcure

the sulk road

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Me-usings and Me-emories

16 February 2017 - No, I haven't taken to my bed... or perhaps I have.  I really don't feel like analyzing my actions today.  I found myself on this pillow, and I'll remain here until I find myself elsewhere.  These moods don't come over me very often, and I have discovered it best to go limp until it passes.  If at times the world seems more than you can bear, I suggest curling up without your thoughts.  Being a lump as one's vocation will draw ridicule, but for a few hours no one is likely to notice.  Besides who wants to be exposed to a sourpuss?  ( I hear no accepters.)

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Sometimes the right course

is withdrawal.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - in a bad mewd, best left alone (and don't purress me)