willowy wisp

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

12 December 2020 - Sometimes the record must be set straight.  Yesterday's photo and entry title suggest that, like many, I have found a few pandemic pounds.  It is true that I weigh a tad more than six months (!) ago when I arrived, but that is a good thing since I resembled a pencil.  Who doesn't have a picture that is unflattering or simply unrecognizable?  Like the beeps outside the window, that fluff out their feathers when it is cold,  I hunched myself into an ellipsoid... and it did help, but then the shorter beep found it necessary to document my technique.  So here I am twenty-four hours later, no crash diet employed, and I am again my svelte self.  Personally I think I have the gams of Tina Turner.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

It is not needed, nor wise,

to voice every thought.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - Brahmin cat, the chosen of Bastet ("we are all beautiful in her eyes")