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| Shamus on view |
Me-usings and Me-emories
7 October 2020 - My wrestling with the peeps or my stuffed meeps is obviously just practice for the "real" thing. With my enhanced senses and sharp canines and claws, I am, among the three of us and weighing half a stone, our best hope of defense. The description of my sentry job includes, in fine print on the reverse side, the possibility of pouncing/bouncing the intercepted interloper from this world into the next. And we cats are capable of dispatch with little remorse... it is after all the hard-wiring of a predator. Truthfully we cats are a tad sad when the thing ceases to move, but you can probably surmise the reason isn't a socially acceptable one... so I won't say it aloud (but purring is involved).
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
Face yourself in the mirror.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - catisfaction, fulfillment of a feline's wishes
Catty Corner
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