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