Friday, 18 October 2013

spit polished

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


18 October 2013 - Maintaining good hygiene is very time-consuming.  You should try washing with your tongue if you don't believe me.  Of course I could cut corners and omit behind my ears, or wash on alternate days, but it isn't in my fastidious nature to do so.  In fact a messy coat is a sign of feline dementia...not that I have ever met a compatriot who didn't have all his faculties. Certainly I have known those with less than charming personalities but their coats were immaculate.












methodology of the meow-ster




Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Your desk doesn't have to be clean,
but your face does.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - pussyfooter, a cat that likes
to sit on the fence

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

twirl that moustache

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 October 2013 - I bet that you are envious of my cool white whiskers.  What a neat design to have such sensitive setae around one's mouth.  They come in very handy when gauging whether the head will fit through an aperture.  I never have to wonder where a measuring stick is, just lean forward and voila!  I know the width will accommodate, or not.  These natural antenna also make it difficult to sneak up on my head.  The whiskers tend to go unnoticed until the intruder's hand brushes against one...and I am forewarned.  I never intend to shave them off...I would definitely feel their loss.












methodology of the meow-ster





Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

The ordinary can be extraordinary.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons






Catty Corner

word of the day - purrception, a cat's keen senses

Monday, 14 October 2013

undying attention

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


14 October 2013 - European explorers came to Florida in the 16th century, seeking among other things the fabled Fountain of Youth.  I have done some investigating myself, and have never encountered a spring of rejuvenating water.  But then would I tell you if I had?  Who wants an endless stream of desperate strangers trampling about?  No, I am quite certain that the what and where of that secret is safe with me.












methodology of the meow-ster





Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Youth is wasted on the young.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons






Catty Corner

word of the day - purrvaricate, to avoid a direct answer by rubbing fur on a pants leg

Sunday, 13 October 2013

black and white and yellow all over

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


13 October 2013 - I have been accused of being timid.  I prefer to think of myself as careful.  There are many adages that come to my defense,  "look before you leap" for example.  My peeps would not fault someone who tested the ice before stepping off the bank, so how is my caution any different?  It is a lesson my BF Hobbes never learned.  Call me names if you must, curse me as mousy.  My self-esteem remains intact.












methodology of the meow-ster





Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Don't press your luck.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

film of the day - Unstoppable, an unforgettable 
train ride, two purrs

Saturday, 12 October 2013

twinkle toes

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


12 October 2013 - Much has been made of our stealth, our ability to move without a sound.  Like an owl silently swooping down on an unsuspecting field mouse, we can literally catch our prey unawares.  A clumsy hunter, after  all, would quickly starve.  Sandburg captured our mystique well:  "The fog comes on little cat feet.  It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on."













methodology of the meow-ster




Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Walk softly and no stick will be needed.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - pussport, a cat's travel papers

Friday, 11 October 2013

say "aaah"

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


11 October 2013 - The rumor on the street is that we domesticates can't roar, like our wild cousins, because our hyoids are ossified.  Translation:  the U-shaped bone in the neck that supports our tongue has totally calcified.  I don't think of this situation as a handicap, just a fact.  Besides, they can't purr...because their hyoids aren't completely bone.  And one can certainly catch more peeps with sweet talk than threats.












methodology of the meow-ster





Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Don't be afraid to express yourself.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

film of the day - Sherlock Holmes, our favorite detective channeling Bruce Lee, three purrs

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

cold sore

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


9 October 2013 - Brrrr, what happened to the summery temperatures and warm sunshine?  If I weren't such a home-body, I would pack my kibbles and comb and head south, with or without my peeps.  We seem to be caught in a long vicious cycle of bone-baking days followed by an icy interim and then more heat.  This lack of constancy can't be good for our psyches.  Like our ancestors, we unconsciously wonder if the sun will rise again, if the north winds will abate.  I promise that I would not grow bored if every day was perfect.










methodology of the meow-ster




Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Cold hands, warm heart is a survival skill.











Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - cat-chen, the room 
where the pet's food bowl resides