if all you have is a hammer....

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 March 2017 - Excuse me while I commune with Nature.  For those who appreciate the great outdoors behind plate glass, perhaps while whizzing by in their vehicle, I have a revelation:  Nature is a messy, prickly place.  One can return adorned with cobwebs, sand spurs between his toes, ticks looking for a cozy corner, itchy bites, rashes of unknown cause.  None of these complaints are major, and certainly should not be the basis for leveling to the horizon and pouring concrete.  But there is an undeniable difference between that which has been "civilized" and that which is largely untouched.  Peeps have a reputation for mucking things up, so let's not put them in charge of wilderness.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't try to improve perfection.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewlish, sticking to one's purrinciples, unyielding (since we are always right)