a clean slate

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 May 2017 - No, I haven't been impaled on a stick.  The shorter peep was fooling around with that silver cube again, this time from underneath my perch.  Despite her attempt at art, I feel that she has only documented how messy this spot really is:  scratches, smudges... definitely seeing through a glass, darkly.  Hmmm, have I just incriminated myself?  Utilizing a tried-and-true tactic, I will point the accusing claw at my predecessors.  In fact, although I never met them,  I am certain they were the culprits.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Absent friends can still

serve a purpose.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purristine, flawless and unspoiled (clearly my peeps aren't trying hard enough)