I object

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 Oct 2025 - Little did I realize this post-breakfast moment was the lull before the storm.  Where I paused for a bit of early morning grooming is currently buried beneath stuff that belongs on the floor below me.  And the floor below me has completely changed appearance, now a pale color with a raw smell.  I don't pretend to know what is going on, but it is enough to know that it involves alien peeps.  So I disappeared myself until the house grew quiet, although I fear more is to come.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

A glare won't stop a

catastrophe.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - fulmeownation, an explosion (or so it seems to a cat)