on the tenth day of Shamus

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 December 2020 - Well, this fella is made of wood, but I don't dare sharpen my claws on his shins... not with that blinking nose!  Is he trying to mimic an emergency vehicle?  Thick fog is very unusual in these parts, so his glowing proboscis won't be required as a beacon through the mist.  Perhaps his affliction is just an unfortunate boo-boo of birth, so I won't call further attention to it.  After all none of us is perfect (and I do hope the fat, jolly peep keeps this in mind).  I will politely encourage the antlered beast to seek other pastures:  it is understood that this spot is reserved for the office manager... and is particularly comfortable during long meetings.  As the business overseer I have noted a recent downturn in productivity... to be honest, no one is reporting to work!  We will resolve to be more diligent in the new year, I purromise.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

One shouldn't be rigid

in his standards.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrancer, one that walks around in a self-assured way (or it could just be the way we are built)