fur-raught

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 June 2017 - I apologize for dropping off the planet.  One can't string a series of sentences together when one's thoughts are bouncing off the walls.  But I have purred myself back into a contented state:  my two peeps came creeping in last night, just barely recognizable… when was the last time they got any sleep?  The shorter one executed her bedtime routine in record time, and before I could do my three loops into a curled position, her eyes were closed.  The anxiety I experienced during their interminable absence has finally hit me:  I may not do anything remotely useful today (and neither may my peeps).

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Eternity is ridiculously long.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - despurrate, at wits' end... hanging on, even with claws, is easier said than done