who goes there?

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

5 February 2021 - If this abode was mine, instead of ours, there would be no closed doors... except perhaps exterior portals, I can see a real need to keep the interlopers out.  The shorter peep and I have a game, good for perhaps thirty seconds of attention-holding, when we are separated by a closed door:  suddenly "something" will appear under the door, wiggle, then retreat... and then reappear at another spot under the door.  As silly as it is, I can't refrain from pouncing, sometimes even sending the thing skittering across the room.  And then the door opens, and she grins at me... so I know that she was having fun as well.  But really, except for these brief moments of amusement, doors are just annoying obstacles.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

"No" is not

an appreciated word.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - handicat, a circumstance that makes success difficult (but not impurrobable)