hot on the trail

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 Jun 2021 - Our abode is great for chases:  there are stairs to zip up and down, large circles for overtaking the pursuer, busy corners that offer hiding spots as well as skidding opportunities.  Such amusement can be had, without accumulating any sand between one's toes.  And I have yet to encounter anything so scary that a duck (not the quack-quack sort) under the bed wouldn't handle the situation.  These things must be weighed when one tips the scale at eight pounds.  And youngsters, whether feline or peep, are bursting with energy.  Without a permitted way to burn up some calories, there is a cat-astrophe waiting to happen.  Now, is it my turn to be it?

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

You're never too old

to have fun.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrdemonium, mayhem orchestrated (and starring) a cat