the tough is out

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 February 2021 - You might conclude from this photograph that my life is quite soft... and it does have such moments.  However I spent hours yesterday huddled under a bed, waiting (see yesterday's entry for more on that topic) for the growling beast to be recaged.  I fear someday we will meet face-to-face, and my one hope is that I manage to survive the encounter.  Perhaps it is just a bombastic bully, and a well-placed talons-extended swat across its snout might just send it yelping to its closet.  I rather like that image, a long-shot victory against Goliath.  So a bit of recovery time on this couch was much needed, and when at last I got down from my pillow the adrenaline had been mopped up and the heart rate below the danger zone.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Remember that bed

of roses contains thorns.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - dispurrited, having momentarily lost hope (what would Tom do?)