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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