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| Shamus on view |
Me-usings and Me-emories
18 July 2020 - This morning is laden with good memories, and so I am a bit sad... because they are things past and hence dependent upon the vagaries of my mind. Did the shorter peep always use her right hand to scratch my head? And what was she trying to communicate when she chirped at me? We didn't have enough time together to absorb all the details, to lock in all those defining particulars. Nothing is gained by wondering "why?" or "why not?", but yet my thoughts continue to tug at the eternal questions. We cats are promised nine cycles, and I intend to make the most of them. But what about my peeps (and notice my coming around to that possessive pronoun)? Do they have an arrangement with the universe? Will they push up earthly daisies or streak through the night sky in route to the outer solar system? Maybe the taller peep knows the answers.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
It is all ephemeral...
so pay attention.
so pay attention.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purr-haps, as certain as things can be in mew-table times
Catty Corner
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