it would appear

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 Dec 2023 - I have happily discovered that if I crawl under the big bedroom pillow, I can't see a single bit of festive froufrou.  Otherwise my eyes are smitten with the unfamiliar, colorful but not to my liking.  That isn't entirely true:  if I face north on my personal screened porch, nose into the hinterland wind, I am spared, but that visual relief is dependent upon the weather.  So you can understand my plight:  I must make my rounds, roust out the interlopers, and try to ignore the changes that surround me.  I am coming to appreciate the phrase, "bah, humbug."

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

We can do without

charades.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrtense, a false display (with cats you get the real deal)