predatory fending

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 October 2018 - See!  If you were thinking that all I do with my day is laze about, I do occasionally stretch my legs.  But walking around the property now requires hyper-vigilance, as the neighborhood has a new dim-deep.  From its gravelly basso voice I estimate its size to be gee-normous.  I have yet to spot the creature, which is fine by me, but its conspicuous absence suggests that someone is keeping a bull in his china shop.  So I tiptoe about, and hope that the beast is well secured.  I would hate to discover that my speed out of the blocks has diminished (but probably has) or that I no longer can haul my butt up a tree trunk.  Okay, maybe I should stretch my legs more often.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Why me?" has no

satisfactory answer.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catversary, one's dreaded opponent (and its table manners are dreadful as well)