Sunday hunch

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 April 2019 - What are my peeps up to now?  The lowest level of our domicile is unrecognizable to the eye, and even some of the smells are unfamiliar.... with a telltale eau-de-unknown-beast scent.  I have a bad feeling about their latest enterprise, and suspect that at some point I will have to excuse myself to the bedroom or perhaps even the wilderness yard.  Wondering when the next shoe will drop keeps me jumpy (even in the calmest times I dislike a sharp, loud noise) and pacing the floor...  making it difficult to work up an appetite or to enjoy a nap.  I must remain on the alert, and keep myself close to the backdoor exit.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Yes, sometimes things

can get worse.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - pussled, unsure what is going on (and unhappy about that)