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Shamus on view
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Me-usings and Me-emories
16 September 2020 - Is it the mark of Zorro? My front left leg is noticeably different from the right... no, it isn't a different length, just boasts this geometric pattern. Like cloud gazing, identifying this shape is a very individual affair: a chanterelle mushroom, a tornado stretching down to the earth, a cobra rising from its basket. The shorter peep has asked me its meaning, but since I have no answer I remain quiet. Besides it is just a taken-for-granted appendage, one of five, that evens out my gait and bats the toys. I haven't the inclination to stand before a mirror, and study my fur. The time we cats spend on personal grooming is more than sufficient preening... we shouldn't be encouraged to do more (lest it interfere with our job responsibilities... and I do think there is an interloper under the sofa... Zorro's rapier would be handy).
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - unpurralleled, exceptional in one's interpurrtation of a straight line
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