a pique of rankled peepers

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 February 2017 - I hope this picture doesn't give you vertigo.  We cats have no issue with heights, but some peeps break out in a sweat when they approach the edge of a precipice.  Why, I am even "hanging ten", although in truth the count is probably only eight.  My reason for gazing out the window is that yesterday's mail brought no valentines.  I am ready to blame slow delivery, rather than lukewarm friends, for the omission.. so it is conceivable that a red envelope will appear today.  My self-esteem isn't on the line here, but you may not be aware that we cats can hold grudges.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Thank you" is easy as exhaling.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewsogynist, one of those rare and misguided peeps who doesn't like cats