idle eyes

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 November 2018 - What can surpass a sunny Sunday afternoon?  I hear the peeps elsewhere in the house, but only because of my heightened senses:  I am blanketed by a satisfying quiet.  There is no television blaring in the background, no cheering from the couch sidelines, no lawnmower or leaf-blower whining outside.  If I really concentrated, I could probably hear the gold feeps gulping at the pond's surface.  Intermittently I am jolted from my relaxation by the ping of an acorn on our roof... which would legitimately be categorized as petty should it formalize into a complaint.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Not everything

needs to have a point.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purripheral, thought to be of minor importance (but they're wrong)