Thursday, 10 November 2016

the folks' eye

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


10 November 2016 - We sit upon a watery blue marble in the currents of a vast galaxy.  Our life span, whether tyrant or humanitarian (and even if granted nine cycles), is not even a blip on the universe's timeline.  Yet we cling to the notion that we are special and unique… of vital importance to the unraveling events.  Imagine, if you can, a bank of cumulus clouds taking shape, forming in the heavens an unmistakable Cheshire grin.  But even if we are as insignificant as a grain of sand, we are still part of the shore upon which the ocean washes… and I, for one, am quite content to be caressed.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

   

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

If you've become too big
for your britches,
it is time for smaller portions.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrimary, of the notion that you are #1, despite contrary evidence

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

be careful what you wish for

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


9 November 2016 - If one is willing to photoshop reality, the picture can be quite rosy.  At least my morning has been quiet:  everyone left the premises and didn't return for hours, allowing me the illusion of being the only one left on the planet.  I slept very soundly.  What shall I do with the rest of my day?  There remain several peep meals at which I should put in an appearance... a show of solidarity and all that.  Otherwise I see no pressing need to leave this comfy spot.  Let's just say that I am still recovering.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Sometimes I don't want to know
your innermost thoughts.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - stupurrfied, at a loss for words (but observe my switching tail)

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

wake me when it's over

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


8 November 2016 - I, along with the rest of my feline brethren, await the outcome.  Normally peep shenanigans don't make a blip on my radar screen, but all the shouting and posturing have reminded me of a back-alley caterwaul... and put me on high alert.  Hopefully tomorrow we will all awake to the sound of silence, a concept that seems so old-school.  But when did contemplation and listening (more than talking) go out of fashion?  IMO both qualities reflect good breeding and undeniable style... like the little black dress with a strand of pearls or the, ahem. tuxedo.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

To hold one's nose can be done
without a thumb.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - cat-gitation, the art of appearing asleep while actually in deep thought

Monday, 7 November 2016

"but", he sputtered

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


7 November 2016 - I am trying to influence your impression of me:  here is a second-day-in-a-row picture showing yours truly 1) awake, and 2) perched on high.  Despite these efforts, I fear that you will continue to think of me as the cat that sleeps all day.  Pundits call these persistent fallacies "urban legends".  I find such interesting particularly in their resilience in the face of contradicting facts.  I guess the proposal that "we believe what we want to believe" has some traction... and I will remain ensconced behind the door if this conversation veers into religion.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

You can't make everyone happy.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrlonk, the sound of a cat flopping down in resignation

Sunday, 6 November 2016

to tell the truth

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


6 November 2016 - Yes, there are lots of pictures of me lying down...I don't deny my strengths.  However please note that my eyes are W-I-D-E open and focused, so I can't be accused of non-stop sleeping.  But I am not an out-lier.  My species is known for its ability to snooze.  We need these down times to balance out our otherwise intense lives:  watching beeps, outsmarting dim deeps, teaching peeps...my resume could go on and on.  But my species is also modest, down-to-earth ...except when we are perched aloft.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Even salt-of-the-earth sorts
will raise your blood pressure.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrobity, being a decent sort (while looking out for #1)

Friday, 4 November 2016

no sweat

Me-ow-my-oh!


Me-usings and Me-emories


4 November 2016 - Our screened porch is still in disarray, but I overheard the taller peep say that we are on a waiting list.  Well, I am in no rush for the repairs to be done, as such things can't seemingly be accomplished without strangers under foot and lots of disquieting noise.  It is true that blood-suckers could find us out there, and one not-too-bright beep flew in and then couldn't remember how to exit....that was exciting to watch.  But my favorite sleeping spot is still available,  the view perfect, the atmosphere very relaxing.  The rest is just small stuff.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Life can be complicated
or not...your choice.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - a purrshover, an ol' softie (just don't use me for a pillow)

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

quick on the uptake?

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Me-usings and Me-emories


2 November 2016 - The saints preserved me, and I am buoyed by my good spirits...ok, enough about Halloween.  A new month is underway, and so far I can't complain about our "fall" weather.  My faithfuls know how much I like heat, and our cool mornings are quickly stepping aside for midday pleasantness.  Life here is good, with very little to stress about.  We will see if the same can be said in a week, but we cats prefer to focus on the moment.  And presently I am loose in limb and maybe nimble...although I am sure that the factoid "house cats can run thirty miles per hour" did not have me in mind.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Over-exertion is uncalled for.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - catgile, light-footed, even twinkle-toed (at least when I want to)