high hopes

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 May 2018 - I must say the view from our screened porch beats having to climb up a tree (and back down).  There is a family tale of one of my predecessors scampering up a tall oak, not far from my pictured spot, and then having to be rescued by the taller peep.  I wager the latter was not pleased.  Certainly he will never have to fetch me from a branch thirty feet up... I have more sense (well, perhaps caution) than that.  My little corner may not resemble a watchtower, but its elevation above the sinkhole creates an ideal place to observe our north front... without getting sand on my paws and dew on my coat.  I am no dummy.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

There are many paths

to enlightenment.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - meow-nitor, to keep under surveillance (without straining oneself)