if I must

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 July 2020 - I am happy to report that the taller peep and I have survived another day.  We are still engaged in a wary, at-arms-length tango at a poorly-attended soiree.  Perhaps the fact that there are just the two of us to carry on this search for the shorter peep will help overcome our reticence.  We will all admit to needing friendship, but how many one allows into that inner circle is very dependent upon personality and circumstance.  My kind is notoriously stand-offish, so understandably my dance card contains very few names.  And that is how I like it, so any sympathy should be redirected.  That solitary egg in one's basket is all the more appreciated, but certainly more cat-astrophic when that basket hits the floor.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

It is much easier to find fault,
than to overlook it.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purr-suit, any sustained ingratiating activity to ensure one's food bowl continues to be filled