half-baked

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 Sep 2025 - You may be wondering what I'm doing, and that very thought passed through my head.  Certainly nothing that makes sense when put into words:  I was having a pretend-quarrel with my back legs.  They would lash out toward my head, and I would repulse them, trap them against my chest, chew on my toes... as if they belonged to another cat and not me.  The silliness quickly spent itself (perhaps it was the rolling off the bed that awakened me?), and I returned to my old, staid persona... the sort that would never pick a fight with anyone.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Don't be so hard

on yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cat-razy, when the feline brain goes skedaddle