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Shamus on view
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Me-usings and Me-emories
19 November 2020 - The white-eyed beep and I definitely are acquainted, but don't go so far as to call it friendship. A cat's ancient wiring sees these tiny creatures as a buffet item, so it is fortunate, at least for my prey and for my rather squeamish peeps, there is an obstacle that prevents our actually meeting. I have butted my head numerous times on this clear separation, rational thought neutralized in a chemically heightened craze to "get him". There is no use denying the instincts of a cat. However peeps are likewise flesh-eaters, cunning ones in fact. "Four and twenty black beeps baked in a pie"? France outlawed its songbeep delicacy, yet peeps continue to drape their heads and eat. And what is the traditional centerpiece of a Thanksgiving meal? Yes, in the upper end of the food chain there are no innocents.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
Please chew with your
mouth closed (and use your napkin).
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purredatory, always looking for a dinner invite, "see meow, feed me"
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