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Me-ow-my-oh!
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Me-usings and Me-emories
3 October 2017 - Today's thoughts are being channeled from my personal purple pallet, heated of course as this morning is another one of those precursors to the oncoming ice age. No paws are visible in this photograph, a sure indication that I'm trying to hatch them into glowing briquettes. I have deduced that the practice of rubbing noses in certain northern latitudes is to ascertain if either protuberance is frozen solid, something akin to an advanced warning to get thee inside. I know enough to keep my outdoor peregrinations to the absolute minimum... I am banking on no-gooders being burrowed in, their staying warm outweighing any interest in our abode.
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| methodology of the meow-stro |
Today's Catechism
(for the self-taught)
Mischief needs incubation.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - catnoodle, to curl up in the lap of a heat-radiating peep
Catty Corner
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