that was so baaaa-d

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 June 2016 - A family that eats together, bleats together...not that my threesome are as wooly-minded as sheep.  But it is good to sit down together at least once a day, to share food and thoughts and scenery.  Evidently the shorter peep doesn't think that I would have any self-control if presented with a bowl of treats...rather she doles them out one at a time.  I resent her insistence upon control, but keep my grumblings to myself...you know what they say:  Don't bite the hand that feeds you.  You may also know (but in case not) how to determine if a sheep is dead:  it has stopped chewing.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

"Please" and "thank you"
take little effort.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

pasta of the day - manicatti, a large stuffable tube (ahem...no comment)

here's the beef

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 June 2016 - The world looks a bit milky...I must have just awakened from a dream, no doubt about a tropical island and brilliant sunshine.  We have had a few bright moments, but I have to go deep in my memory for a sunny day.  It would be too depressing to confess that I have forgotten what it feels like to bask in heat.  But all I can do is complain about this weather (and outlive it).  The locals remind me that it isn't officially summer yet.  That is true, but I think it quite silly to accept such an unpopular precept without a fight.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

People who give away the shirts
off their backs live in warm places.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrtester, one who expresses, often via a switching tail, dissatisfaction with the state of affairs

make peace

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 June 2016 - You might say that I am bipolar, in that my emotions are contained within the ends of the spectrum - from the very occasional (and provoked) caterwaul to calm stasis.  Just so you know, that is bliss registering on my face, the enveloping happiness of being safe and warm.  Everyone should be in that place periodically, for mental health if no other reason.  And if you have never experienced such, then you have my sincere condolences, as well as a kindly suggestion to examine your priorities...because something is amiss.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

  

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

To run smoothly
is to purr.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - placat, to soothe one's peeps (while incidentally doing the same for yourself)

how can I resist?

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Me-usings and Me-emories

12 June 2016 - This photograph was taken a year ago, here at the lake.  Now that I am twelve months older, I doubt that you will catch me recreating the stunt.  Oh, the follies of youth, when the dangers of one's actions are an unacknowledged concern.  I am not sure that this lesson really falls under the title of Wisdom Gained, but as I age, I am becoming more cautious, less daring... which is entirely acceptable as I have nothing to prove, no image to uphold.  My reward will be to outlive all the hotdogs of my species.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Broken bones should be
sufficient deterrent.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrbred, born with good survival skills and a modicum of fetching looks

in that mood

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

11 June 2016 - I have heard that freezing to death, besides being cold, is like falling asleep.  That thought is seriously spoiling my naps:  how do I know which is which?  Yeah, yeah, I can hear all you wiseacres now:  "if you wake up, it was just a nap."  That doesn't allay my anxiety...but fretting should actually burn calories, which should ever so slightly raise my body temperature, so I guess until we are truly done with spring (can you believe we are still hobbled with that season?), I will live with my worries.  And for the record, these chilly temperatures have actually made me reconsider donning a cutesy sweater.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Warm-heartedness is actually
a survival tactic.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - ill-tempurred, Mr. Cranky Pants (as if I would actually wear said piece of clothing)

glum drops

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 June 2016 - None of the denizens here boast feathers, but we definitely are flocked together, "huddled" might be more accurate.  Last night's fire was just what I needed, but now I am having to stay close to the electronics for what warmth they give off.  Probably not what the inventors foresaw as a use for computers, although their mammoth ancestors would have heated up the office in a jiffy.  My usual recourse, when chilled, is to find a spot of sunshine, but even that is in short supply today.  Are you feeling my pain?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The smart ones can be found
in the center of the pack.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - downcat, miserable and dispirited (and complaining to the peeps)

peep whisperer

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

9 June 2016 - My peeps think that I can't make up my mind:  inside or outside, which is preferable?  "Didn't you just want in?", they say incredulously.  "Didn't you just ask to go out?"  What they haven't guessed is that my requests for assistance is a ploy to keep them moving.  Exercise is key to quality of life (mine and theirs), and I want to be sure that my two are physically able to shuffle across the floor and open a door or a can... whichever I am currently in need of.  Who will take care of me otherwise?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

The future will see to itself,
but do you really want that version?

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - equivocat, to sit on the alley fence, to pussyfoot around