yodel that tune

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

1 Dec 2021 - As long as the spotlight stayed on me, I might have a career on the stage (but only if I couldn't see the audience).  The feline voice, especially its upper range, is music to only a few ears (and probably excludes my two peeps), but there is no denying its dramatic impact... even dim deeps slink away.  Fortunately for all concerned I don't have to sing for my supper, although I do work for my keep in domicile security.  Only the hardiest interlopers are active these chilly mornings... which suits me as I loathe crispy ears and cold paws.  May my nine lives end before the demise of Mr. Sol.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Supposedly everyone can

expect fifteen minutes of fame.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

celebrity of the day - Soapy Sal, another Mark Twain cat (purrhaps with Vaudeville aspirations)