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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

22 November 2017 - I wish my peeps thought I warranted my own doorbell... nothing special, no lyrical carillon required, but mounted at a height of eight inches... clearly installed for my use.  My time could be better spent than peering through the bedroom window, hoping someone will pass by and see me... and let me in the back door.  Those of you who have entered our house through this portal might, at this point, raise a hand so as to interject that there already is a cat door in place, clearly installed for my use.  I can't deny your observation, but what is missing from the story (and it is a key point) is that cats don't enjoy pushing with their heads.  We can do it, but it isn't our favorite thing.  Affectionate butting with our noggins is in another compartment of our brains, and cat doors do not belong there.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Sometimes one must draw

a line in the Florida sand.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrincipled, honorable and upstanding (while gazing forlornly through the screen)