bright ayes

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 September 2018 - I live with a morning peep and a night peep.  What is my favorite time of day?  Those few moments when the patch of sunlight sweeps across my sofa spot is the winner of the month.  In July and August even I couldn't take the full exposure without addling my brains.  But now that autumn has booted summer from the premises, I grouse at any weather that interrupts Mr. Sol and my rendezvous.  Midday, if you're wondering where I am, picture this image.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some moments are better
than others.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - overcats, obscured by gray clouds, hence in a dreary mood

I smell a rat?

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 September 2018 - It is dangerous to be underfoot, but plopping down on the kitchen periphery, while the shorter peep is chopping and stirring, is a good way to provide moral support and to finagle a saucer of food.  In addition this space is the warmest in the house (perhaps another reason why the shorter peep spends so much time here), and my readers know how I feel about heat ("more, please").  Sometimes the aromas are too enticing, and I venture closer but I am typically disappointed:  with the exception of dairy, our culinary tastes have little intersection.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

We don't all have to agree.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrfume, the heady aroma of a just opened can of cat food

drip irritation

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

27 September 2018 - Part of my brain acknowledges the necessity of rain, but the more vocal part is not a fan.  What to do when even the high spots are damp??  <grouse, grouse, grouse> The shorter peep convinced me to come inside, but my aggravation hasn't been soothed.  The only thing to do, and it isn't really a hardship, is curl up in a protected corner and wait out the gloomy clouds.  I have faith that our present weather will improve, but in hours or epochs I can not say.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Patience is a
finite resource.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purroblem, a thorn in one's paw, a matted knot in one's fur

over-wraith-ed

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 September 2018 - We cats are phantoms of the night, and when there is a full moon we get little sleep.  Neither snow nor blow keeps me inside when there are shadows at midnight.  After the sun sets, all manner of life, my peeps excluded, creep out to explore the terrain, to nosh on the shrubbery, to pilfer the compost contents.  And I am out there, insuring that the interlopers know just how far they can push their luck.  Is it any wonder that during the day I must catch up on my sleep, if only to be ready for tonight's vigil?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The graveyard shift takes
years off your life.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - appurrition, a nocturnal specter that must be evicted from the yard

de-moralized of the story

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

24 September 2018 - Did someone leave the refrigerator door open overnight?  That is not snow outside my window, just the bright attempts of Mr. Sol to lift the mercury a few notches... and I wish that he'd hurry up.  Meanwhile I am a heat-seeking device, trying to ascertain the warmest spot in the house (and nothing is qualifying as cat-acceptable).  I fear today will be another one spent curled in a ball and complaining.  If someone out there can report summery temperatures, without the aid of a furnace, would you please raise your hand.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Think sunny thoughts.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - dispurrited, having lost all hope (let me know if you find it)

huddled house

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 September 2018 -  Oh, crikey!  Two mornings in a row of fog rising from the lake.  The official end of summer has left me sad and in need of a sympathetic lap.  Fortunately the shorter peep, when not on kitchen duty, is happy to oblige me (secretly I think she is cold as well).  There really is little one can do about the weather except complain or buy a bus ticket heading south.  At times like this I wish that I had pockets in my suit so as to have some loose change (also aptly called mad money).

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Forget the envelope,
push the thermostat.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - ill-tempurred, in a foul mood due to weather conditions

limn light

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 September 2018 - Some of you may remember Easy-Bake ovens (perhaps even "cooked" with one).  The toy appliance used an incandescent bulb (take that, fluorescent) to bake simple dishes.  I have rediscovered the principle:  by pausing long enough beneath this lamp shade I realized that I was getting warmer!  Mon Bastet, how wonderful to have a backup plan when sunshine is in short supply.  It was necessary to suppress a caterwaul of joy (not wishing to hear a crash in the kitchen).  I also enjoy having the spotlight upon me just to remind my peeps who is who and what is what.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Be sure to acknowledge
your admirers.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - illumewnate, to light up a room just by walking into it (please, there is no need to rise)

north dole

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

21 September 2018 - Should I consider today's events a conspiracy when the only place to get warm is the office?  That certainly is a way to get me logging work hours, but I am still grumbling... the chilly start to my day was the beginning.  The shorter peep was building a fire in the living area, which I thought was a great start-the-weekend-early idea, but then the smoke alarm went off... so I scurried here to fume and concentrate heat.  I'll remind my readers that normally (meaning when the thermometer isn't iced up) I am not such a grouse.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Be thankful for
the good times.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - Sipurrian, very cold by a cat's measure (anything below balmy)

drawing a blanket

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 September 2018 - Again, the taller peep and I have had to huddle in the living room.  Mr. Sol is doing his best to warm our spot, but after taking two vacation days, he has much to make up.  Meanwhile we are sheltered from the nippy wind and trying to stay warm.  Earlier I was curled in the shorter peep's lap, but she abandoned us for work (where are her priorities?).  I am keeping her spot toasty for her guaranteed return.  Why am I so certain of this?  She won't be able to resist our magnetic charms.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't neglect down time.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrofit, an advantage gained from hanging with peeps (why else?)

lazy I

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 September 2018 - After weeks of dryness, the raindrops have started falling.  My response is to seek higher ground, like the glider cushion.  As long as the temperatures stay moderate, I will remain here, under the porch roof, for my nap, the drone of precipitation lulling me into restful sleep.  The taller peep is just inside, reading his book (and offering a lap possibility, should our body warmth need to be pooled).  As drowsy as the afternoon feels, I am reluctant to call it a workday...  purrhaps a purrsonal day?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Sometimes the easy path
should be taken.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - undercative, characterized by lack of effort (and purrfectly happy that way)

fur contact

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 September 2018 - I am very certain this object was not here yesterday.  What is it, and where did it come from?  After a cautious approach (it could be booby-trapped) and thorough vetting with the nose, I have declared it of little interest... except it is occupying prime real estate.  I have noticed in the past these sorts of things tend to resolve without much ado on my part.  I am hoping this time that will be the case.  Otherwise I shall have to learn to snooze in its presence... or perhaps even use it as a lean-to shelter.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Like it or not,
things change.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - dismewing, causing to feel anxious (and cutting into sleep time)

vocal accord

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 September 2018 - My peeps tell me that I am very vocal.  I wouldn't know (although from the look of it, I am not from Siam).  Without comparison (and I certainly don't want to share my house with another), I can only say that I am being me.  And sometimes speaking out is the only way to hurry my peeps.  Here I am, singing for my breakfast.  It is very frustrating when my morning routine (sleep while the porch is hot) is delayed because the shorter peep is dawdling in the kitchen.  But, to her credit, she does respond well to my prodding.  Perhaps the lesson will hold until tomorrow.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Mind-reading is difficult,
so speak up.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - expurressive, to explain one's opinions to peeps

the lay of the land

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 September 2018 - Here I am, poised on the ides of September... how quickly the days go by!  Despite the fast approach of autumn's official start, I am pleased at the continued abundance of sunshine.  It is true that the temperatures are no longer baking my bones, but a slow roast is acceptable.  One just has to wisely choose where to sprawl, and I consider myself an expert in these matters of staying warm.   One can do much worse than tail a cat:  we will lead you to water, but it's up to you to drink it in.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Life is full of
good moments.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrboil, to partly cook oneself by napping in the sun