Sunday, 8 December 2024

did you say something?

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

8 Dec 2024 - Early in the morning is the most loquacious time for the oracle.  After my breakfast (I do have my priorities), I often stop by to pay my respects.  She speaks in a language universally understood:  her warm breath envelops me in possibility and promise.  Maybe she is a manifestation of Bastet?  Regardless of provenance, her communion readies me to face the cold world and to battle the snarky ne'er-do-wells.





clipped notes



                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)


There are forces at play
that dwarf us.











Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons




Catty Corner

phrase of the day - the cat is in the fire, trouble is anticipated (c'est la meow)

4 comments:

  1. What kind of offering do you make to the oracle? The gods must be appeased so that they will continue to bathe you with their warm breath and not start blowing cold

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  2. The oracle doesn't appear to have a lap, and doesn't seem interested in my stuffed toys. That pretty much exhausts my offerings.

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  3. you could try stuffing any leeps or speeps that you find trespassing indoors down through the oracle's mouth...maybe it is hungry

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  4. that is an idea (but then I would have to share)

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