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Me-usings and Me-emories
6 February 2021 - How much of my life is spent waiting? It is a tally I really don't want to know, lest I sink further into the doldrums. And this picture accurately captures that feeling of collapse into an ignored blob at a peep's feet. It is more difficult now, compared to eight months ago, to convince my cohabiters that I am faint with hunger... but those little morsels aren't called "treats" erroneously. And maybe I know that I've already eaten my allotment, or maybe I lost count (or maybe I hope that she has lost count), or maybe I refuse to count (the line must be drawn somewhere). For whatever reason, here I sit, hope battling with despair. At the very least she could lean over and pat my head.
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
Most of us should not
be left to our own devices.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purrsimism, the unshakable feeling that nothing good is happening in this lifetime (or purrhaps the next)
Catty Corner
oh, come over here, you little cutie, I will pat your head and lose count with you...
ReplyDeletevery tempting... how much travel time is required?
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