Sunday, 31 July 2022

perish the ought

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 Jul 2022 - True to yesterday's statement, I passed the grayness in comfortable warmth... but then in a remarkable flip-flop Mr. Sol emerged, and the rest of the day bore no resemblance to what had preceded.  I wasn't the only one pleased with the change, and the peeps and I celebrated the spirit-booster on my personal deck, while eating our respective late-afternoon kibble and relaxing in the sunny quiet.  This fickle weather makes it hard to plan ahead... another reason why we cats smartly live in the now.





clipped notes



                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)


Permanence is an illusion.











Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons




Catty Corner

word of the day - epurrlasting, constant, like death (after nine lives) and taxes

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