cheesy quackers

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 April 2017 - And what lies behind door #3?  As guardian of our domicile, I can't be lackadaisical .  If something strikes me as out-of-place or odd, I must heed my curiosity and label it friend or foe.  Ninety percent of the time there is no need to sound the klaxon... but from afar, with one eye shut, it is impossible to tell intent.  Paws on the job are what is required.  So a passerby might find me staring at a spot on the floor, and wrongly assume that I have dozed off.  Although I am fond of my naps, being inert might simply be the result of concentration:  are those legs?  has it moved?  what is that odor?  Perhaps I should poke it, see if it reacts.  Don't attempt this maneuver at home... unless you possess the reflexes of a cat.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"What if?" is an
annoying question.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catagonia, that hiding place to which felines retreat in response to a surprise