Friday, 21 February 2014

a tall tail

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


21 February 2014 - I am a long-bodied cat, which means that I have a long tail, quite a striking combination actually.  Since I don't live in a multi-cat household (thank you, Bastet), I don't often feel the need to raise it for a friendly "hello".  It has been scientifically observed that subordinate individuals elevate their tails more frequently than dominant ones, so the flagged tail cam also indicate social standing.  Wee kits, even the wild (as opposed to felis domesticus) ones, greet their mothers with a raised tail.  Without uttering a meow, we can communicate our amicable intentions and acknowledge our superiors... .another reason why I find it unnecessary to raise the tail.








methodology of the meow-ster




Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

A smile is a great way
to begin a conversation.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrtance, a cat's
acknowledged significance in the world

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

watch out

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


19 February 2014 - Well, it can't be anything that I said or did, but the shorter peep has wandered off again.  She has done this disappearing act before, and always in the past found her way home...but even so, her behavior is upsetting to those of us here at home.  Her sense of smell isn't the best, which will make retracing her steps more problematic.  I have walked the yard, and will continue to keep my eyes and ears in alert, but the trail is cold.  She is missing all the warblers flitting in the trees, plus the bank of azalea blooms.  I will try to appreciate spring for her.










methodology of the meow-ster




Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

"Where did I put that?"
wastes time.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - cattentive, being observant, noticing what is happening

Saturday, 15 February 2014

when the moon hits your eye


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories 

15 Feburary 2014 - My wish yesterday was to stay out of Baby Eros' aim.  I have worked diligently to maintain my image of the no-nonsense sort, and an ol' softie accusation would skewer that instantly.  No, I do not wish love to take up residence in my heart, to mess with my head, to ruin a reasonable fellow.  Being the adored one however is expected, beyond my control, and an acceptable consequence.  When you have looks and personality on your side, how can you NOT be loved?








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Love is one of those
four-letter words.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons




Catty Corner

word of the day - roam-ance, the compulsion to sing ballads outside windows and defend m'lady's honor

Thursday, 13 February 2014

the gates of heaven


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


13 February 2014 - I am mostly a house cat, but do have my own door for coming and going as I please.  Since I started out life as a stray kit, to be able to wander outdoors seems "right".  But there are members of my species whose feet never touch the ground.  Having lived outside the box I can only imagine that sort of life to be confining, rather like a life-without-parole sentence.  I am well aware that my excursions into the wild are not condoned by many peeps and are in fact risky for me...which is why I am very cautious and stick close to the premises.  It is Pandora's predicament:  best to keep the lid on the box.  You can't miss what you've never experienced.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Beneath the skin of domestication beats a wild heart.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - incatceration, the placing of limits on a feline

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

fancy that


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


12 February 2014 - This silhouette of me brings to mind a cartoonist whose works somehow capture the essence of a cat.  I of course refer to Hap Kliban.  His drawings were first published in Playboy in the early 60s, and that favorable exposure led to a book of his cat cartoons...which opened the door to our whiskered faces on posters and coffee mugs and T-shirts.  His was a distinctive style, humorous as well as unsparing.  Who can forget his depiction of a tabby wearing red sneakers?









methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Fame is often about a pretty face, but sometimes about a quirky one.











Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons




Catty Corner

quote of the day - ''one hell of a nice animal, frequently mistaken for a meat loaf", said by Kliban about his iconic tabby

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

we look nothing alike


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


11 February 2014 - I am feeling nauseous.  I walked past the television just now and heard, in a commercial, the stomach-churning phrase "pet parents".  I feel truly insulted to be perceived as a child, dependent upon some adult figure for my care and well-being.  My peeps would certainly not agree that our relationship is anything but equal footing.  They are well aware that each side has chosen to be there.  I could walk away tomorrow, and would if I thought that I was being treated as a lesser, something that must be molded and guided.  The very thought makes my tail switch in anger.  Here I am, doing the same thing as the taller peep, fuming at the idiot box.  I really should not allow those marketers to push my buttons.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

It is a fact that you can't
choose your family.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrfer, to like cats better than dim deeps

Monday, 10 February 2014

sunny boy


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


10 February 2014 - I outlasted the invasion of strangers, victorious in my claim that this spot is mine.  Nature seems to have sided with me, as the sun is beaming down and the evidence of gloomy wetness is evaporating.  Not that I am a fair-weather cat, but really, who doesn't prefer uplifted spirits and the taste of possibility?  I have sufficient self-confidence to blatantly own a splash of warm light.  My idea of punishment would be an unending state of grayness, varied only by a cold drizzle.  Please spare me, O Bastet!








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

 Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't expect much more than
body heat from the masses.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner
word of the day - purrgatory, a stray cat's existence