St. Nick and tired

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 December 2017 - I don't know about you, but this holiday has been particularly stressful for me.  My suitcase suspicions were spot-on:  shortly thereafter I found myself in the back seat of a car, heading north.  I know "north" only because it grew progressively colder.  At least the shorter peep thought to pack my heating pad... otherwise you might be reading my obituary.  Even in the hinterland, my services were required, and I was only too happy to evict various meeps from the white peep's garage (it wasn't as if I had much else to occupy my time).  Despite my deep desire to be returned home, its realization was painful:  more confinement in the car, more exposure to strange noises.  But as you might guess, I survived the ordeal... although I am still in recovery.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

What's wrong with

"same old, same old"?

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

mangled lyric of the day - "not a creature was purring", due to fright or frostbite or both