when I say woe, I mean woe

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 April 2018 - Of course yesterday's picture was not my reality:  the shorter peep is still missing, and I am holding down her work space alone.  Even with lots of natural light, her office chair is no substitute for her lap.  I am quietly suffering, unnoticed by the taller peep... granted, he is still asleep and is aware of nothing.  But even so, sins of omission are real, and require absolution.  We cats don't easily forgive transgressions, and certainly don't forget them.  The size of the penance is growing by the minute.  If our lost soul doesn't find her way home soon, the black cloud over my head will be visible to all but the blind.

methodology of the meow-stro

  

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Which would you choose,
a broken leg or a broken heart?

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewserable, in low spirits, swamped by dismay