knock, knock

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 Jun 2022 - There isn't much reason for me to hang out in the peeps' sleeping place, unless one of them is sleeping (or trying to).  The shorter one and I have great fun, until one of us gets pooped, pretending there is an interloper beneath the covers.  Of course we both know the culprit is just her hand slipping/sliding along... but it allows me to practice my pouncing and my speedy get-away.  All the while she is making these happy peep noises (which of course is infectious, so I cavort some more).  That bright corner in the picture, behind my tail, is my personal sun room, due for a thorough patrol.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Laughter is a great destresser..

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purriotous, too funny for words (another reason cats don't speak)