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Shamus on view
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Me-usings and Me-emories
4 September 2020 - In a show of solidarity today, I joined the shorter peep at the office, for her TGIF affirmation... she may deny the sentiment but I could read it all over her face. To cling to the seven-days-in-a-week arrangement is certainly strange, when no one in our household, it would seem, has a regular schedule organizing his/her life. They still rise in the morning, sometimes with a gentle reminder from me, lap up some truly vile black liquid, and begin their routines. But is all this activity habit? Perhaps an attempt to stave off chaos or, even worse, ennui? Must they have purpose to justify their space in the world? If that is the case, for as long as needed, I offer myself for ear scratches and head pats and nose rubs.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
It is more blessed to give,
but don't deny the receiving.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - suppurrter, a feline who encourages and purrmotes peeps (when their boat lifts, so does mine)
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