may I burrow that?

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 January 2019 - In yesterday's chat I chided myself for being house-bound due to chilly temperatures.  Today is no better, yet I ventured out... briefly.  I mostly let my nose do the sleuthing, as I wasn't too keen on a full-perimeter patrol.  After a quick, but thorough, scan of the premises, I feel certain that we will survive the day (especially if the shorter peep keeps my bed heated).  Opportunists, being what they are, are undoubtedly snug in their lairs, plotting warmer exploits.  Tomorrow will offer me another chance to see Mr. Sol (he is sorely missed) and to thwart evil-doers.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Many are cold,

but few are frozen.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

aristocat of the day - Socks, President Clinton's cat (and I recommend them for cold paws)