silly shallying

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 November 2018 - Nothing puts pause in one's morning like a major thoroughfare closed to traffic.  I realize that we cats are the butt of peep jokes when it comes to our indecisiveness:  do I want to be in or out, on the other side or right here?  Some of this fence-sitting is due to our need for assistance, and how slowly it arrives.  If we were truly perched on a fence, we could hop down in whichever direction that we wished, knowing that the reversal was entirely in our control.  There would be no issue if there was no door or, next best, only an open door.  Both of these scenarios are peep decisions... so one could, in a quiet and nonjudgmental voice, opine that this aggravation is entirely a peep's doing.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some days are not

worth the bother.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - equivocatting, dithering (or as I prefer to put it:  weighing all my options)