"...you bright-en up my day..."

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

6 June 2015 - Late spring in Nova Scotia certainly epitomizes "if you don't like the weather, just wait a bit."  A few days ago I was on this very porch, trying to look jocular.  Now the only problem is trying not to squint at the camera.  I remain a Florida cat, even while in Canada, so I am happiest when there are ample pools of sunlight.  I kept returning to the outdoors, in and out, in and out, making "hey hey" while the sun shone...which was very smart as today features grey rain.  The sole detractor to yesterday's glory was the cloud of mosquitoes, sufficiently thick that I tried snapping at them...but it made no dent.  Now I know how Pigpen feels enveloped in gray dust.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Opportunity may not

knock tomorrow.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewment, a serendipitous set of circumstances that can advance one's creature comforts

rub-a-dub-dub

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

4 June 2015 - A spit bath, despite its unrefined name, is my rendition of a ceremonial washing, and my whites could not be any whiter.  Between tongue and ambidextrous paws, I have it covered.  Earlier in the week Mother Nature tried many times to drench me in an outdoor shower, and her persistence grew tiresome.  I take personal cleanliness quite seriously...it is after all next to godliness...but I don't need assistance in this matter.  In fact I would not recommend trying to give one of my kind a bath...let's just say that it wouldn't be pretty.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Anyone who looks behind

your ears is a bit strange.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - faskitious, very attentive to personal hygiene, often compelled to clean when surrounded by a crowd

ablutions

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

3 June 2015 - Someone finally turned off the faucet, and I can venture outside, briefly, without risking a bath.  The sun was out earlier, but I don't care that its showing was abbreviated:  the temperature is moderating, Bastet be praised.   A drowning cat will attempt to crawl onto the back of anything afloat, and I rejoice in a day that doesn't drip on my head.  You would be correct in guessing that that is my winter coat I am sporting on the deck.  Why, if I had a tilted mirror, I could get a suntan on my pale throat...but I don't intend to stay out here that long.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

All but the fat cats will

appreciate small favors.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - pas de chat, the recognized technique of felines to gracefully leap over puddles

down in the grumps

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

2 June 2015 - Today was so wretched, even the ducks canceled an appearance.  When presented with circumstances that can't be changed, one has no choice but to make the best it...so I have limited my time outside the house to the absolute minimum.  Otherwise I could be found curled up, conserving body heat while seeking external sources:  the wood stove, a running appliance, an incandescent light bulb, an empty lap.  The peeps were very receptive to the latter idea:  evidently they are as cold as I am, and misery loves company.  I am hedging despair by choosing to think that tomorrow will be an improvement, although I don't dare say that things couldn't get worse.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Bleak is nature's balance to rosy.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewdy, having good days and bad days, often on the same day, said of a sour puss

I am not amused

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

1 June 2015 - I deeply regret all the hair left behind in Florida:  I should have packed more warmly, and now I am having to expend energy growing another winter coat. Meanwhile, although I am averse to the wearing of clothes, I have no problem with curling up atop anything that offers a thermal advantage.  A new calendar page has been turned over, but Mother Nature missed the memo specifying this month as when summer officially begins.  Well, all one can do is talk about the weather, and the last twenty-four hours by the wind-whipped lake has certainly not been tourist-brochure material.  I wish that I enjoyed playing board games...it would help pass the chilly time.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

After a few house-bound days

one can see the need for a hobby.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - leisure purrsuit, any pastime that doesn't employ polyester material, and in the case of cats involves lots of napping

a jury of his purrs

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 May 2015 - As you can see, I have been sprung (see 30 May 2015 entry for explanation).  I am not certain if charges were dropped or someone paid my bail, but freedom feels, smells, tastes wonderful.  A week ago, although intervening events make it seem more like a lifetime, I commented on the sinusoidal nature of life, and here I am back on top of the world...okay, okay, it literally is a refrigerator... having clawed my way out of a low point.  Why, there is even a curl in my tail!  We cats are resilient creatures, which is fortunate as sometimes our mettle is tested.  But all is forgiven:  the peeps and I are once again like peas in a pod, although I prefer "black beans" in the analogy.  Forgiven, yes, but not forgotten...they better not pull that stunt again any time soon.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Almost everyone deserves

a second chance.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catviction, an opinion held by a feline, and as such is unshakeable

it's all a misunderstanding

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 May 2015 - I wanted to put this photo out in the cloud before the peeps expunged the record of my recent mistreatment at their hands.  As you can see, I am behind bars, my cell barely large enough for me to stand up and turn around.  No water has been provided in hours, and the noise with which I am bombarded is enough to push me over the edge.  No charges have been filed, and I can't imagine my offense.  Unfortunately I have been treated in this manner before, so I am confident that I can survive if I remain calm.  Occasionally the shorter peep offers her fingers to scratch my head, and I am hopeful that my ordeal will soon end.

methodology of the meow-ster

Catvice 

(for the self-absorbed)

Cultivate a few friends in high places

...just in case.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purroblem, synonym for catastrophe, a feline's misadventure