Tuesday, 17 August 2021

take it uneasy

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 Aug 2021 - It is laughable to make an inanimate object one's nemesis... so I'll just say there is no love lost here.  A few days ago, this black box made its appearance, and then whoosh, I was whisked away to the lair of a masked stranger.  The shorter peep never left my side, and despite being outnumbered, in the end she prevailed:  I was snatched from his grip and returned home, feeling a bit icky and having a sore haunch.  Time spent out on my screened porch revived me, and I had hoped that memory could be filed in a dark corner.  But here it is again, lurking, waiting for who knows what... perhaps a dropped guard or a too-close inspection.  I sense fur-boding.





clipped notes



                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)


I'd rather live in
boring times.











Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons




Catty Corner

word of the day - purrmonition, that feeling of dread (and no interloper to dispatch)

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