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