smores the merrier

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 July 2017 - There is no better addition to a fine morning than to hear one's name called and to know that a treat awaits.  Part of my brain affirms that we felines have a reputation to maintain:  blankly blink at peep suggestions, very occasionally comply but only after five minutes of suspense, and never run (unless pursued).  Unfortunately a more primitive part of my brain, the gray stuff that is all about gratification, starts sending salivate commands to my mouth.  At that point the voice of decorum is drowned out.  I confess:  if a peep is offering a tasty morsel, I have been known to hurry.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Anticipation should be

done with quickly.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

verb of the day - catter to, to accommodate, to satisfy, bottom-line to feed

the power of rabble

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 July 2017 - Our abode here in the hinterland doesn't have a doorbell, but undesirables seldom come to the front entry and await admission.  So my patrol checks the entire exterior periphery, taking the necessary time for my nose to register any change in scent from the last walkabout.  Not every odor has an identifiable source, but I file these unknowns away.  Enough occurrences without incident will allow me to put it in the folder labeled "harmless unknown".  Truly most of my work is of no consequence, some might say a bore.  However, no one in my line of work wishes for an exciting shift:  the hordes are smashing windows and tossing in Molotov cocktails... are we having fun yet?  To which I would say, "be careful what you ask for."

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

When stuff happens, duck.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

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toon of the day - Simba, hero of The Lion King, who would have made his father proud

thrown off balance

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 July 2017 - I eavesdrop on peep conversations, and of late "what were they thinking?" and "can you explain...?" have frequently been heard.  Mostly these questions lead into the speaker's airing his own opinions.  Today I truly need an answer:  have my peeps lost their senses?  Yesterday this porch would have invited visitors to come outside and gaze upon the lake.  Now we need a no-trespassing sign or at least an orange cone.  The removal of center floorboards does give me a better view of squeep activity down on the ground, but I sincerely hope this change is not a permanent "improvement"... because I would disagree.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some days you just

scratch your head.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrplexed, what I get for hanging around peeps

the monitor and the merry cat

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

27 July 2017 - My peeps and I were not born with a silver spoon in our mouths, so like the majority of Earth’s inhabitants we have to earn our keep.  As individuals we have different strengths, and among us there is a variety of interests… which is why our trio harmonizes so well together.  Household tasks and office business can be dealt out,. and the work accomplished, without anyone feeling put upon.  My keener senses make me the obvious choice for sentry duties, and my gentle, reassuring personality nominates me for supervisor.  There is no need to micromanage:  I trust my peeps to know what they are doing.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

It's so easy to look busy.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrside, to be in charge of (sound effects for free)

rudester and peeves

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 July 2017 - Life around here would be much quieter without the squeeps.  We currently have two that lay claim to the beep feeder:  if a furry butt isn't parked among the sunflower seeds, then it is stretched out on the supporting bracket, daring anyone who might flutter in.  And there is serious disagreement between our two chatterboxes as to which is the rightful owner.  Their dispute often involves a noisy chase that spirals up, or down, the host tree.  The gulf between porch and tree gives their haughtiness more confidence.  A younger version of me would leap to the trunk, ignoring the consequences, just to watch these nuisances scatter.  Obviously thoughts can't kill.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Life doesn't need aggravation.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsist, to continue doing something, in spite of opposition (more admirable when I do it)

hostile witness

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 July 2017 - We are having a foul day in the hinterland.  Complaints are duly placed in file 13, so the only constructive thing one can do is, ahem, weather it.  My preferred reaction is to curl up in a comfortable spot and conserve my heat.  Napping also makes the time pass more quickly, with the outside chance that when one opens his eyes the outdoor picture will have brightened.  The peepdits seem to think that things will improve by tomorrow, which will give me lots of uninterrupted beauty rest... not that I especially need it.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

An ill wind can flush

out a grouse.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - trash cat, a feline who talks mean and chows on alley overflow

how lignified

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

24 July 2017 - One thing that hasn't changed with our move to the hinterland is the predominance of forest.  Some specimens are familiar to me, like oaks and maples; others are total strangers (but I know better than to gnaw the hemlock).  The trees are inside as well, comprising walls and ceilings and floors and cabinets and furniture.  Their amber and beige shades warm the eye, and the discerning nose can detect the presence of wood.  Down at my level one can find evidence of a dim deep that resided here years ago:  its claw marks mar a few floorboards.  I know better.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Respect your backyard.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

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occupation of the day - lumpurrjack, one that scales trees and sharpens his claws on the bark

I would be remiss

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 July 2017 - On a sunny but coolish day, we smart ones find a sheltered spot in which to curl.  Nothing better than a window seat in full sunlight to warm the body.  Even wearing black I seldom get too hot (and would I admit it if such occurred?).  As I have noted before, felines run a body temperature slightly higher than peeps, so we are better at taking the heat.  And when one is toasty and still, one gets drowsy.  When resistance is futile (and the outcome secretly desirable), why fight the inevitable?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Lazy" is so judgmental.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

mascot of the day - banana slug, mascot of UC-Santa Cruz (except for the color, I approve)

cloutless

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

22 July 2017 - A window with a view tells peeps that they have risen on the corporate ladder.  My observation is that natural light is wasted on important people, as they don't look away from their computer screen to appreciate if it is raining or sunny.  I don't waste such opportunities, but then I also don't multitask.  Even when feeling drowsy, I pick a spot bathed in light. Haven't you noticed how artificial illumination makes everyone look like vampires?  I don't have a scientific mind, but who thinks that is healthy?  Give me the stuff straight from Sol, and I'll purr with contentment.

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Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Seven degrees of separation

from nature is unnatural.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewry, in a cheerful mood, upbeat (but that could be due to my lofty perch)

fighting fit

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

21 July 2017 - Hiding would be easier if I were a gray tabby (or Kermit the frog), but I am quite comfortable in my formal wear… anything else wouldn’t be me.  Besides, I really am more interested in patrolling the yard, as sneaking up on an intruder could be surprising for both parties.  And my 13-year-old sprint is not what it used to be.  Far better that everyone is aware that I am moving through the area, and can relocate without any sort of face-to-face encounter.  My true self is to smell the flowers (this bunch has no aroma) and to chew the grass, while minding my own business.  I lead through example.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Nature isn't green with envy.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - okitty-dokitty, in fine form, said of a cat that doesn't strain himself

trance-itory

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 July 2017 - Forgive my paraphrase, Longfellow:  "When it was good, it was very, very good; and when it was bad, it was horrid."  Of course, in the hinterland I could only be speaking of the weather.  And right now it is so nearly perfect, that moi cavorting in the sunshine seemed the ideal representation.  Lest hordes of overheated southerners rush the border, I should add that earlier this same morning one couldn't see the opposite side of the lake (i.e., it was quite foggy).  This unpredictability stresses the importance of savoring the moment:  if you are composing a symphony and the sun appears, hold onto the note and go outside; if you are updating the actuarial tables and the sun appears, save the work and go outside; if you are snoozing, rouse yourself and go outside.  In another day, or hour, the picture could change drastically.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Life can surprise.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrmanent, here today and gone tomorrow (and then on to the next life)

fas-tidiness

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Me-usings and Me-emories

19 July 2017 - Today we pause for my paw... a totally relaxed appendage.  Were it not well attached to my body, it would fall to the floor.  Also note how white my fur is, and realize that despite being in near constant contact with the floor or the ground, it is immaculate.  Of course that double-underscores my diligence in personal hygiene.  Certainly my peeps' feet would not look so clean without the benefit of soap and a pumice stone.  (And I suspect that they would need a tongue extender to do the job properly.)

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A well-kept exterior

suggests an orderly interior.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purristine, as clean as new, thanks to flexibility and a rough tongue

not to be sneezed at

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 July 2017 - The taller peep has observed that I might be the most photographed cat in the world.  I seriously doubt that, as that is a lot of competition.  And I might add, that it is not moi who is taking the pictures OR asking for them to be taken.  I am the victim here, the bothered subject of my own adoring paparazzo.  But the annoyance could be worse:  she could be drawing blood, or some similar exercise that would involve me in a very tangible and tactile way.  I am just having my soul snatched, a bit at the time.  Will it get replenished with every life cycle promised, topped off, so to speak, like the taller peep's coffee cup?  I don't fault the shorter peep's fascination with my visage:  I am one handsome dude.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Looks aren't everything.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrpossessing, fetching (but don't get any ideas about throwing a stick)