Thursday, 7 June 2018

really?


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


7 June 2018 - The sunlight on my back has not been photoshopped in:  finally the clouds have parted!  My Florida experience makes me equate sunshine with warmth, which is true if filtered through a glass pane.  However I am waiting for the outside chill to abate (having already stuck my nose out there), and a few windless hours of Mr. Sol should be sufficient.  Meanwhile I can bask (we cats are so good at that job) without guilt (another forte), as my yard patrol really can't proceed under the current inclement conditions.  But I am excited by the afternoon prospects.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A back rub is
a perfect gift.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - placat, to appease (forgiveness is another matter)

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

blessed are the sure of hearth


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


6 June 2018 - Behind me is my new friend, the wood stove.  When Mr. Sol disappoints, I sidle up to this hot-headed fella and all is, if not good, literally livable.  I spent most of this afternoon, snoozing away in its warm glow.  My peeps have followed my lead, and joined me here on the sofas.  I didn't trust my charisma to coax them away from the office, but I was wrong.  Boosting my magnetism is the fact that they, like I, are not accustomed to chill (in June for heaven's sake), and the area immediately around the stove is quite toasty.  In a humble effort to count my blessings, I will say that the rain has stopped.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Shelter is a necessity,
I would add "heated".













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrivileged, enviably fortunate (to bear fur)

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

all out or all in


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


5 June 2018 - Lest you get the wrong impression, this photograph is forty-eight hours old, i.e., before the nastiness set in.  In protest of this December weather, I am boycotting the porch ledge until things greatly improve.  At the moment all three of us are huddled in the office.  Don't ask me why we aren't in the den where there is a fire burning in the wood stove.  Actually I know the reason (the office claims the computers), but it still is an unsatisfactory answer.  And I realize that I could show some smarts, and take up residence in the only warm room... but solidarity is evidently important.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Freezing as cause of
death is fairly rare.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - fratpurrnity, mutual support within a group (and don't forget shared body heat)

Monday, 4 June 2018

a knock at the door


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


4 June 2018 - If you want to do something, do not postpone:  this morning the sun was out (alright, the wind was fierce); this afternoon it disappeared, taking all that ambient heat.  The moral of my sad tale is that the perfect time for an outing was before lunch, not after... had I only known.  But that is precisely my point:  we only know now.  Deferring until tomorrow, until the weekend, until retirement... well, good luck with that plan.  Inclement weather is perfect for snoozing in a favorite spot:  otherwise I need to be out there affirming the day.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Just do it.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - oppurrtunistic, grabbing what is offered ('cause it may not be offered again)

Sunday, 3 June 2018

the agony of de feet


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


3 June 2018 - Pictured is a working foot:  the nails aren't painted (although I do try to pull off the shed sheaths), the heel isn't pumiced.  But even in this abused state, my paws have taken me many places, largely without complaint.  And because they quietly do their job, I forget to be grateful for their service.  I could draw parallels between this foot and myself... but since I am guilty of neglect, I really can't get too worked up over my peeps' failure to acknowledge my tireless devotion.  We both have sins of omission to atone for.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Don't think too highly
of yourself.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrtant, remarkable (but not remarked upon enough)

Saturday, 2 June 2018

partially sage


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


2 June 2018 - A good sleep, I find, works wonders.  The travel trauma has been largely put behind me, and I am feeling like my old self... especially since I now recall the various warm spots in the house.  A favorite perch of mine is atop the refrigerator:  it offers an unobstructed view of the kitchen and living room, so I can keep the necessary eye on my peeps, while enjoying the residual heat.  This memory aha is very timely since my sensors tell me a weather change is underway (and this far north such news can't be good).  I shall have to focus my excess energy in replenishing fur, but in the short-term I'm hugging the fire.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Hypothermia is real.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - expurrt, an authority on what makes a cat happy (today's forecast:  half a purr)

Friday, 1 June 2018

vague rant


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


1 June 2018 - I hope that I didn't upset anyone with my ominous talk... but as you can tell from the picture, I was so prescient.  After two days of travel we have arrived at the hinterland lake.  I really do enjoy my life here, especially once the weather creeps out of spring, but I totally hate the ordeal of getting here (and I don't think my peeps are thrilled either).  Whoever said, "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger" is trying way too hard to be a cheerleader.  I know that the stress of the past forty-eight hours has shaved a bit off my life expectancy.  Did I not have lives to spare I would be seriously annoyed.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Taking it all in requires
a slower pace.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purregrinate, to wander from place to place (and no grinning was involved)