stop the music

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 August 2017 - Well, I am impressed:  the porch demolition is coming to a positive conclusion.  There are fewer and fewer places through which to view the ground, and a walk across the boards doesn't resemble traversing the deck of a pitching boat.  Yes, things are more shipshape here by the lake.  I mostly am glad that the construction noise if coming to an end.  The screeching sound of saw and drill has kept me curled on an office windowsill, with paws symbolically pressed to my ears.  My peeps aren't the only ones with the rebuilding urge:  from the sound of it, there are lots of projects underway around the lake.  I guess I can blame all this sunshine.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some things can only

be survived.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

lyrics of the day - "The man at the wheel was made to feel contempt for the wildest blow, tho' it often it appeared when the gale had cleared that he'd been in his bunk below." ~ A Capital Ship