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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 March 2018 - I know that you've experienced this:  my thoughts are playing atop a song endlessly cycling in my head.  Peeps call it an earworm, and I call it absolutely maddening.  The voice is that of a young woman, and I can catch the lyrics, "looking down on creation."  Well, we cats understand that sentiment completely.  Living with peeps does that to us:  too much information, too much chatter, too much frenzy.  Just yesterday this space was filled with peeps, and I was forced to remain secreted away.  Eventually each of them realized they should leave, but the idea was slow to dawn.  I am just pleased that furniture is back where it should be and quiet has once again descended.  This need for order doesn't make me stodgy... I am just most comfortable with the familiar, and what qualifies as family is a very select group.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

What the world needs

is more listeners.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsaic, quite satisfied with same-old-same-old (just call me domesticated)