dumb dumb found

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 March 2014 - I woke up with a feeling this morning, a feeling that has prompted me to check the closet corners, look behind closed doors, and scan the horizon.  I honestly can't point to any concrete stimulus, but my senses have picked up a ripple in the air, the faintest suggestion that the shorter peep has picked up her trail and is heading back to the domicile.  If/when she crosses the threshold, I will insist that she wear a jangly bell around her neck, with which the taller peep and I can better pinpoint her whereabouts.  Worry is going to shave off one of my lives.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

To wonder off is safer

than wandering off.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrplexed, experiencing that at-sea feeling when trying to understand another's behavior

getting high

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 March 2014 - Various reasons are offered as to why we cats like to perch on elevated sites...as if you peeps can actually fathom our motivations.  Is it because we feel safer high above the ground?  Is it to seek better viewing of nearby prey?  If either of these was the case, it would have to be hard-wired since my abode doesn't harbor foe nor offer any food options except the dry-kibble variety.  Yet here I sit, by choice.  What I have come to realize is that higher means warmer in our house, and I like things toasty.  There is a platform another fifteen feet above my pictured perch, which makes it highly (pardon the pun) desirable.  But I have yet to figure out how to reach it.  Surely there is an access to this indoor aerie...unless Escher designed this house.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Don't be so quick to toss a hot potato.

It can fill the belly and warm the hands.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - tempurrate, denoting a climate acceptable to felines

patty cake

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 March 2014 - If the shorter peep were here, I would have enjoyed a slice of pie on Friday, 3/14, or a forkful of Caesar salad on the ides.  I am not holding out much hope for corned beef tomorrow.  Admittedly I (and the taller peep) care little for boiled cabbage, and I am unaware of any Irish ancestry.  But it seems that no genetic legitimacy is required to wear green on St. Patrick's Day.  In the old country, the faithful would make pilgrimages up Croagh Patrick, or the Reek, some on their hands and knees.  Here in the States, avid celebrants often end up on their hands and knees.  I too get around on all fours, but there the similarity stops.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

One's identity is subsumed to that

of the mob and the rabble.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - And the Mountains Echoed, by Khaled Hosseini, a bereaved father confronts the div who took his youngest child

chill out, not

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 March 2014 - Oh, my, Florida is simply incomparable in the spring and fall.  You readers know that I am not a cold-weather cat, so this recent weather is my idea of perfect.  The shorter peep prefers fall, possibly because the balls of shed hair are not rolling, but I prefer the spring.  I purr with contentment knowing that winter is so far away.  Bring on the sunshine and the heat.  Nothing is finer than being warm from tip of nose to tip of tail, than being able to stretch out and know in every cell that you are alive.  Yes, you might not suspect it but the sap is rising.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

"Warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child" ~ Carl Jung

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - furvor, feline passion

ka-ching

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

6 March 2014 - I am not sure what my job title is (and I can't recall ever seeing a pay check...I am trusting direct-deposit), but I faithfully report to work.  My talents are many and, frankly, underutilized.  But I do have a corner office brightened by natural light, perks that not every working stiff can truthfully claim.  The world-wide web is an amazing way for us introverts to be part of a larger social circle, and the lucky (i.e., clever) ones manage to make a living by never leaving home.  That is my idea of the perfect employment.  Uncombed, perhaps unwashed (myself excluded), we plop into our desk chairs and figuratively clock-in.  Both touch-typists and two-fingered wonders staccato their ideas made incarnate to the needy masses, and whether it is a fraction of a cent per sale or an hourly contractual arrangement, money amasses.  Would we have believed this scenario fifty years ago?  We are living in yesterday's science fiction, and cannot imagine what lies ahead.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Whistling while you work will

drive your cubicle mates crazy.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

quote of the day - "The future is there...looking back at us.  Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become." ~ William Gibson

all over the nap

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

2 March 2014 - The work week is very quiet around the homestead these days.  I am accustomed to the shorter peep's spinning through the rooms, clamoring in the kitchen.  So although I try to stay busy, stay focused, I find myself dozing on the clock while the taller peep is away on the job.  Rodents and amphibians have not gained the upper-hand - things aren't that slack - but I realize that my vigilance isn't 100%.  But the first step in dealing with a problem is realizing there is one, so I am confident that I will be able to rouse myself, throw off the sluggishness, and keep the domicile safe.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Snooze and you can lose

more than time.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - torpurr, a state of physical and mental inactivity as perfected by a cat

kick back

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 February 2014 - The tall peep and I have been bacheloring it.  We have an understanding that what happens in the short peep's absence will remain between the two of us, but I haven't back-slid on my hygiene...I have my standards.  I am cultivating a taste for coffee, and I definitely prefer it with cream.  Poker was at our house last week, but I wasn't invited to the table, a snub that I would rather not dwell on. Otherwise we are best buds.  He is the quintessential absent-minded professor, which means occasionally I have to remind him to put kibbles in my bowl, but he quickly rectifies the situation.  We are managing just fine...which isn't to say that we won't be glad when the short peep returns.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Taking a chill pill is great medicine.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - unpurrturbed, self-assured and unfazed as a #1 feline