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Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 January 2019 - In a crisis we curl into a ball, attempting to shield our vulnerable (and vital) areas from attack.  But thankfully the majority of our days are not spent in high alert, and that is when we realize the amazing totality that defines us.  A cat without whiskers would feel emasculated, regardless of gender.  In the picture one can only see my white bristles, but there are (and why not?) a few black ones as well (and also several <gasp> split ends).  And those paws, deceptively simple in appearance  yet our carrier from point to point, capable of delicate probing, affectionate kneading, and warning swipes.  The world awaits our entrance (when I am ready to get down).

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

We are more than the

sum of individual parts.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - syndicat, an amalgamation that supports the living of our nine lives