assault and pelter

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

7 January 2014 - Unfortunately our domicile has two entries, and I am but one sentinel.  So Old Man Winter slipped in the back door while I guarded the front.  It is very cheeky of an infrequent visitor to avoid the welcome mat and doorbell, acting like a member of the family.  I should not have underestimated his cunning, always a challenge when dealing with inferiors.  But the peeps do not hold me responsible for his incursion, and have continued to provide me with head scratches and, even more importantly given my failure to keep Winter off the property, warmed towels.  On balance my life is acceptable.

 

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Having close friends is especially important with it is chilly out.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - cattack, a feline assault upon intruders

of a winter night

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

6 January 2014 - I caught the tail-end of a peep conversation...something about Old Man Winter arriving later today, and from the quaver in their voices they were not pleased.  So I am guarding the front entry, with the intention of turning him on his heels.  For all my diligence I am nonetheless working without a photo.  I can't recall any prior visitor with this name, so I shall just heave-ho any stranger that knocks.   Today is not an auspicious one to drop by or blow in.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Thresholds are subtle boundaries,

but demarcations even so.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

 

excerpt of the day -  

He consigned to the moon, such as she was,

So late-arising, to the broken moon

As  better than the sun in any case

For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,

His icicles along the wall to keep;

And slept.

~ Robert Frost

camo whamo

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

5 January 2014 - Shhhh!  I'm under cover.  Unlike that dodo beep that thinks (and that is a stretch for the verb) by sticking its head in a hole it is hidden, I do full camouflage.   The appearance of a blue annulus-shaped alien prompted me to don my cape of invisibility, and I am now, in the picture to the right, on a recon mission:  to identify and destroy the enemy.  What ensued was deemed too graphic for general audiences, but I have always felt that the imagination can complete an unfinished sentence and a hasty sketch.  I will simply state that the threat has been removed.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Reward should not be expected for

doing what has to be done.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - Burma Shave, when a brown short-hair encounters a tyke with scissors

many are cold, but few are frozen

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

4 January 2014 - One of my favorite window seats is in the dining room, but the draw is the bank of tall azalea bushes just outside, in which beautiful beeps can often be seen.  There had been a gargantuan wreath hanging here, and its dark presence looming above my head largely nixed my enjoyment of this spot.  But the house has been restored to its pre-holiday state, so I have once again taken up watch.  The recent chill further encourages me to remain inside, as my coat is fairly light-weight.  For most of our winter there is no justification to grow more fur...energy that is shortly shed upon the floor.  But then there are those days when I keenly feel this decision's consequences.  Could you pull up a chair?  I need a friendly lap.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A cold shoulder is no slight thing.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

feline of the day - Bill the Cat, Bloom County's resident curmudgeon, "Ack!  Phht!"

look, up in the sky

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 January 2014 - My backdrop may be gray but I am not:  the post-holiday fog has lifted and I am my untroubled self once again.   The peeps would snicker if I used terms such as jollyl and exultant, believing them inapplicable to a dignified soul such as myself.  But they cannot measure the lightness that I feel.  Who can refute that I am actually flying through the air, wind in my face, like Kent's alter ego?  It is a marvelous feeling to be released by the ground, to spring off and float through the ether, to be buoyant as an untethered balloon above a receding earth.  2014, the year of possibilities or the year of nope...which will you choose?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

First it must be imagined.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain, life with Hemingway was not all purrks

a cup of kindness

Me-ow-my-oh!

 

Me-usings and Me-emories

2 January 2014 - Picasso's blue period is well-known and easily recognized, but there are numerous other artistic sorts likewise affected:  Kerouac, Pollack, Miro, Van Gogh...even seemingly light-heared Charles Schultz.  My funk is a seasonal one and short-lived, largely a result of losing my tree under which to sit.  Although I didn't enjoy, nor did anyone else it seems, the chaos required to emerge "decorated", I do miss all the glitter and sparkle.  But judging from past January experiences, I will soon enough acclimate to the more Spartan surroundings.  My recovery would be hastened if we could somehow manage a bit more sunshine.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Just get over it" is sound

as well as snarky.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

film of the day - Ender's Game, should you need more depressing things to think about

din with the new

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

1 January 2014 - Last night sent me to my bunker.  I have been present for the arrival of nine new years, but the neighborhood turned into a war zone for this one:  explosions could be heard sporadically hours beforehand, but once midnight arrived the air was assaulted with noises.  Eerie whistles, sharp blasts, crackling salvos...was 2013 such a disappointment that its demise would be cause for such ballyhoo?  We cats don't make resolutions, but I am making a mental note to acquire ear plugs and a flak jacket.

 

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Saying it louder doesn't

make it the truth.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - advocat, someone who champions the rights of a feline