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Me-usings and Me-emories
10 Jun 2021 - Sometimes it feels as if my life is on hold... thankfully without overly loud, unctuous music playing in the background. I refer of course to waiting, waiting for a peep to fill my bowl, waiting for a peep to open a door, waiting for a peep to pat my head. A cat can grow old without being noticed... a sad thought. My internalized self is much more independent than my real version, and I blame it on the lack of an opposable thumb. What was Bastet thinking? Was it to force my kind to seek out a relationship with peep sorts, even grow fond of them? A godhead is much better at planning the long view than I.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
"Why?" will keep you
awake at night.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purrzled, unable to understand (it happens a lot around peeps)
Catty Corner
I gather you are aware of the writings of one of your ilk...."Diary of a Sad Cat" on YouTube?
ReplyDeleteanother feline author! ...I'm partial to Henri, but still a very cool cat (and it takes one to know one)
ReplyDeletehave you ever sung the "song of your people" in the middle of the night? its guaranteed to get a good reaction....
ReplyDeletethat's a new one for me... must investigate
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