cosset said so

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Me-usings and Me-emories

31 December 2018 - Successful conclusions deserve a celebration.  Perhaps 2018 will grow on me, the further it recedes... but I can say that I survived it, always a positive thing.  My idea of joyful observance is to select one of my many nap spots and pass the waning time in contemplation (sleep, if you are a literalist).  As you can see, I am already on the task:  who knows, I may be here the remainder of the day.  And why not?  I am, after all, still recovering from past traumas.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Resolve to do as you please.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - pampurr,  to indulge with comfort and kindness ("to spoil" suggests I'm past prime)

(for) get the coop

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Me-usings and Me-emories

30 December 2018 - I am delighted to report (although I had been imagining the scenario for days) that we are now back where we belong.  It was no easy feat:  two days of being a sardine while the skies poured and vehicles careened by.  My senses were assaulted for endless hours, and are only now equilibrating... slowly.  Thankfully our domicile is a sanctuary (excepting the periodic appearance of the vacuum cleaner), so once I was out of the car I have been able to chill.  The other thing for which I am grateful is again being able to stroll outside when the idea strikes me:  nine days of interior living got very stale.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Just be quiet.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrisoned, caged or otherwise constrained (we cats don't like "no")

enrichment clashes

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Me-usings and Me-emories

29 December 2018 - I do have opinions, and most of the time I keep them to myself.  But occasionally I decide that it wouldn't disrupt the universe if I shared my thoughts.  Imagine the beneath-the-tree arrangement before I added a bit of asymmetry... boringly predictable, right?  So I introduced movement to the scene, by providing a diagonal line along which the discerning eye can travel, arriving at the clamorously striped package.  Yes, I definitely improved the otherwise mundane picture (but I removed myself from the scene, lest the peep residents thought otherwise).

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A diamond is worth much more

when it is polished.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - ameowliorate, to make something better (sometimes by only walking into the room)

ms chief

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Me-usings and Me-emories

20 December 2018 - Note to self:  when the shorter peep is decorating, don't snooze in an obvious place.  It isn't that I could be mistaken for a stationary object that needs dusting, but rather my peeps like the occasional quiet chuckle at my expense.  I draw the line at wearing clothes, cute or otherwise... but this overly large necklace can easily be discarded, so I will not make too big a fuss about it.  Because making a fuss would just further amuse my prankster peeps.  I know how this works:  don't lay a bet on my lying around for long with a lei.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Sometimes friends

have to be tolerated.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - escatpade, feline hijinks of the daring and silly sort (it is better to give than to receive)

magic con

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Me-usings and Me-emories

19 December 2018 - While I was out midday, conducting my property walkabout, the shorter peep snapped the picture to the right.  Without any Photoshop legerdemain she produced an image that would suggest I am contemplating an adjacent glass cage.  You must believe me:  this description was not my reality.  What you behold to my left is actually the bird feeder, suspended from a shepherd's hook halfway between my spot and the camera.  "Seeing is believing" should be taken with caution.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The truth can be a murky subject.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purranormal, things beyond peep understanding (oh, the limits of human intelligence)

red raft

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Me-usings and Me-emories

18 December 2018 - Did the shorter peep give me this yellow pen because I am the highlight of her morning??  Sometimes the thought processes of a peep are simply too tangled to follow... and after the struggle I often regret expending the effort.  "How was I to know that this [you name it] wasn't for me?"  Really now, I am not a mind-reader, although an excellent decipherer of body English.  I await the day (but not holding my breath) when I am presented with a red pen... because I have many opinions as to what needs correcting in our household.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't ask unless you

are ready for the answer.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrove, make better (but peep polishing is a protracted process)

Cal lick

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Me-usings and Me-emories

17 December 2018 - Despite what others may think about my choice to sit in the shower, it isn't a failed attempt to blend into the background.  I would need to be a black-and-white tortoiseshell... which defies the definition... to be invisible against these patterned tiles.  Nor do I seek out this space to practice caterwauling, although I like that idea.  Rather I come for the fresh water that slowly drips from the faucet head onto the floor.  I fear my little spring may soon dry up, now that my peeps are in the know.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A secret shared is no

longer a secret.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrivy, wise to (which, for a cat, covers most subjects)

of serve-us

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Me-usings and Me-emories

16 December 2018 - When I am not resting, I try to be useful.  Even though various household activities are not part of my job description, I offer help and advice to my peeps.  It is my experience that small things, like a paw holding a ribbon or securing paper, are nonetheless appreciated.  When there is less aggravation in a task, it goes more quickly and more pleasantly... without seeming ungrateful, who could ask for more?  And being near the hub of activity gives me inside information:  Is this package for me?  Did Santa receive my wish list?  Not that I won't act surprised on the morning of gift-opening, but we cats prefer to know beforehand.  "Gotcha" moments are stressful for us, and offer a peep opportunity to record our uncomfortable embarrassment (and to post it to the world).

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't forget to

say "thank you".

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrductive, useful and beneficial (but the path to tidy order is often through chaos)

belly close

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Me-usings and Me-emories

15 December 2018 - You shouldn't begrudge someone's definition of "hard at work".  It is impossible to know what is going on inside my head, what knotty problems I am unraveling, what personnel issues I am resolving.  Who is to say that I don't do my best thinking while lying down?  And honestly, wouldn't you enjoy a job where you could sprawl on the floor or curl up on the window ledge?  I regret that your office may not bear resemblance to mine... but you really shouldn't blame me for the difference.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

No one thrives in

a hostile environment.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - sympurrthetic, "I feel your pain" (not to be confused with "I want your pain")

benevolence sinner

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Me-usings and Me-emories

14 December 2018 - It sadly is that time of year when one tries to cram in good behavior... to counterbalance past missteps.  In hopes that Santa is watching, I am exuding good will to this tiny beep who is a frequent visitor to our dining room window.  His attempts to claim my territory is an affront that I deem best set right, but today I am cutting him some slack.  I don't know if I'll have the strength to do the same tomorrow... but the peeps like to claim that today should be our only concern.  I hope that the red-suited fella feels similarly.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

On the odd occasion

surprise yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewnificent, more generous than is necessary (but, hey, that's just how we cats are)

tingle hell

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Me-usings and Me-emories

13 December 2018 - I was relieved to discover, after the fact, that licking this icicle snowman did not cause my tongue to get stuck.  That would have been beyond embarrassing (and probably would have warranted sacrificing a few papillae and swiping the culprit onto the floor).  Florida cats are not privy to the hazards of ice and snow (thank Bastet), which means that we can get ourselves into comical (at least to the observer) situations.  And it is probably true that we felines do not have a sense of humor:  we don't take kindly to being laughed at, and our bilious humours would certainly tip toward yellow.  If our tail is sharply snapping up and down, step away from the cat.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Forewarned is forearmed."

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catastro-fee, to incur replacement cost by upsetting a cat who then upsets the cup

nacht turns

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Me-usings and Me-emories

11 December 2018 - I trust that you will recall what I look like, since the photograph at the right offers no clues as to my appearance.  The shorter peep told me that we are still ten days away from the longest night of the year, but even without that information there are multiple clues that it is not the middle of July.  Darkness is far less an obstacle for my kind than for peeps, which means that should one of mine get up from bed for a nocturnal stroll, I keep my distance:  neither of us wishes to get entangled with the other.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Watch where you step.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - nightcat, a meow-nor indulgence that is part of one's bedtime ritual

the situation was icy

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Me-usings and Me-emories

10 December 2018 - Today is showing more promise than twenty-four hours ago.  I don't begrudge the world a bit of rain (I understand the need for periodic faucet drinks), but hours of the wet stuff can be a bore, even depressing.  Anyway, we survived the deluge, and the sun is attempting to appear.  I am on the sidelines, cheering its efforts as the ambient temperature is chillier than I prefer.  Unlike many places to our north, we have been spared a surprise visit from Frosty.  Having no wish to turn into a feline ice sculpture - although it could be a winning entry - I do not feel deprived.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Bring warmth to

your circle of friends.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - Sipurrian, suggesting a state of cold exile (no wonder those tigers are fierce)