behold 'em

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 Jan 2024 - When Mr. Sol fails me, I visit the local oracle.  I have tried to put words to her low hiss, but mostly it isn't the advice I'm seeking but her warm breath.  I step into the circle, back to (one shouldn't stare at the divine), and let the breeze ruffle my fur.  The air, even the floor, in her vicinity, defies the chill and offers my cold paws a delightful place to pause.  She asks little of me in return (what could I possibly leave at the altar but kibble?)... but I gratefully offer a bit of heart-felt appreciation.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

You will be marked by

the company that you keep.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrcentage, a cat's share