what's the hurry

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 Aug 2021 - Pictured is my waning patience, handling the post-breakfast but pre-porch-portal-opening interval.  Sometimes the minutes stretch into an age, meanwhile I grow older.  It helps somewhat to pass the wait seated upon a cushion.  The shorter peep, I have noticed, fills time hunched over a page of squiggles.  I have tried hunkering down on a sample she has set aside, and other than a slight elevation improvement it does nothing for me... but not everything carries across different species.  My two, for example, have no interest in my kibble or my treats, and I appreciate the lack of competition in the food department.  And I would certainly starve if solely fed from their table.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Fast times, slow times:

we are all caught in life's traffic.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

composer of the day - Beethoven, whose music muse was a tuxedo (or so goes the feline lore)