a ward of distinction

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 June 2020 - Perhaps my long, skinny appendage reminds you of a shepherd's crook, but don't even think about picking me up by my tail.  The registering of my emotional state in its lift and curl is totally unconscious on my part, but a savvy peep would do well to heed its suggestion.  If I were approached by a fella whose tail was whipping up and down, I would skedaddle first and compose the narrative later. How much simpler it would be for universal harmony if every sentient creature came with a truth-ometer.  I am uncertain how to equip those unfortunate ones who lost their tails to evolution:  a nose that lengthens, ears that wiggle?

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Excessive emotion is tiresome
for the actor and the audience.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - feeling sub purr, the meow-and-then ennui that improves with a treat and a scratch