brilliant!

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

31 January 2018 - I don't need a hygrometer to know that the outside humidity is low:  just notice the whiteness of light to realize it isn't being scattered by excess moisture in the air.  Personally I don't mind juicy air, as I am a lover of heat.  But I've observed that peeps start to drip (and complain) when the humidity is elevated.:  poor design IMO that may, given ten millennia, get worked out.  That projection assumes that peeps as a species last that long... they don't really strike me as long-term thinkers.  In the meantime we cats need to master the can-opener.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Even the Old Masters

admired sharp light.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - incatdescent, impassioned and intense, while maintaining our trademark subtlety

a sunny disposition

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

30 January 2018 - I assure you that is not the silhouette of Batman, but Catman I won't argue with.  It is difficult to be cheery when the sky is gray, but how easy-peasy (as a peep acquaintance would pipe) when bathed in sunshine.  Actually, when snapped I was not in the sun's spotlight, but all in due time.  For the nonce it is enough to see the outside world in warm yellow tones.  I can imagine the temperatures, along with the lumens, rising with each clock tick.  But why am I still indoors?  Excuse me, I have talked myself into a tour of the grounds.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A smile is one's personal beam.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purregrination, a long, meandering journey while on the peep's employ

engrossed me out

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

29 January 2018 - I hope that your Sunday afternoon was as satisfying as mine:  pleasant temperatures, house windows open, phone strangely quiet.  The shorter peep joined me briefly, but then no one should compete in (and expect to win) a snoozing contest with a cat.  A restful, reflective Sunday is truly the way to handle a Monday with minimal stress.  If you have really done your weekend homework, you might even coast into Tuesday on all those good vibes.  Trust me... I have done the research.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Quiet time is not wasted.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - philosophicat, cool, calm, collected (the three Cs of catdom)

empty promises

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

28 January 2018 - Some peeps are grumpy before their first cup of coffee.  The shorter peep and I can't function effectively until we have had our breakfast.  Some mornings I spend fifteen minutes, or more, reminding her of this fact, that she needs to rise and feed the engine (hers and mine).  There is a long stretch overnight of no caloric intake, and although sleep doesn't appear to expend many calories, the mere functioning of the body, and additionally on chilly nights keeping warm,  uses up reserves.  So yes, she and I are hungry in the morning:  don't come between me and my saucer of chow.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Deep thought is mental

deep knee-bends.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - felining faint, light-headedness and snarly disposition, quickly rectified by kibbles

I spy

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

27 January 2018 - There is still some green in an otherwise blackened yard... even some stubborn sorts that are blooming.  Their efforts are much appreciated, as it makes me think that spring isn't too far off.  I am certainly not complaining about today:  the lovely weather even had my peeps out in the yard with rakes and a wheelbarrow.  I thought it wise to keep an eye on them, while maintaining a safe distance from all the activity... I wouldn't want to be in the way.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Watch and learn.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrception, noticing and registering something as significant, without losing sleep over it

house of usher in

Me-ow-my-oh

Me-usings and Me-emories

26 January 2018 - On the national stage, an open-door policy isn't currently very popular.  However, I am an ardent supporter of entry and exit freed from the tyranny of the "pet door".  There may be devotees among my kind of this help-yourself portal, but I don't know any.  We cats are just too dignified to push ourselves through... it aligns with party-crashing, and we definitely are not desirous of barging in and having all eyes turn to stare, eyebrows arched in disdain.  On the other hand, if the door is opened for us, then we can be certain that it is what the universe wants.  It is an important distinction.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Check for the welcome mat.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - red catpet treatment, a warm welcome (it is only fitting)

cinder fella's glass skipper

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

25 January 2018 - Are those wet footprints coming toward the front door?  You can see why this spot is great for surveillance, especially on a less-than-ideal morning.  The amazing thing is that intruders seldom notice me perched on the window ledge.  Unless I tap the glass, they are so focused on the world immediately around them, that they don't lift their chins to see what lurks above.  That very observation is why security cameras and webcams go undetected;  only the professional sneaks are aware of the blind spots in an approach route.  These days it isn't sufficient to come on little cat feet, you need to be invisible as well.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

It's hard to keep a secret.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

verse of the day - "It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on." ~ Carl Sandburg