my cautionary tail

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

21 June 2020 - Look!  Another capture of me out after sunrise (and there are many more such events, just not witnessed by the two resident peeps).  I do object to how this picture makes my derriere look:  my tail definitely doesn't poof.  But a cat's vanity is never enervated by another's opinion... so the photograph can purrsist or be purrged, it makes no nevermind to me.  I have lost track of the days in this new abode, but I now have internalized its twisty, up-and-down layout... and know where several decent hiding spots are.  One never knows when such will be needed.  But in general my alert level has been downgraded from red to yellow-orange, an adjustment largely due to the fact that the strange peeps haven't eaten me yet.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

There is nothing embarrassing
about a well-carried-out retreat.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cat answer, a straightforward, frequently used "nope" that can't be brokered (except maybe with a cat treat)