Saturday, 7 July 2018

dazzle me



Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


7 July 2018 - I know our hinterland house as well as my Florida home, and easily fit into either context.  I will admit that the absence, here at the lake, of my southern interloper is a positive thing: I am the uncontested king of this fiefdom, although I will pick no fight with the occasional Canada goose that alights on the water.  My main quibble, as you know, is the weak imitation of summer in these parts.  However having sunlight for seventeen hours is not shabby, although Mr. Sol is sleeping in until six these days (and going to bed a tad earlier as well).  Whatever is needed to keep his strength up, gets my support.









methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Let your light shine.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - lumewnous, bright and radiant (it's hard to keep us cats in the dark)

Friday, 6 July 2018

support victor


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


6 July 2018 - Life here in the hinterland is not a vacation, for either me or my peeps.  Pictured to the right is moi, putting in some office hours.  Realize that this time is on top of my guard duty, so my reclining atop this glider cushion seems appropriate.  Some of my best work is done in this posture:  by restricting the demands to my gray matter (e.g., no concerns with balance or coordination while lying down), I free up the potential for creative thinking... outside the cat box, so to speak.  Each of us must find what works best... you're welcome to copy-cat.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Maintain your engine
in purring condition.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - accommewdating, meeting the needs of (we cats try to do our purrt)

Thursday, 5 July 2018

escape goat


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


5 July 2018 - "Cherchez le chat"... that is what pops into the minds of my peeps whenever a shelved object lands on the floor, whenever an unsightly mess materializes on the carpet, whenever a strange noise wakens them in the night.  Just because they can't envision either of them to be the cause (a failure of imagination, I say), naturally points the finger of blame in my direction.  Explanation is not my forte, so I have learned to keep my head down and my thoughts to myself when a fall guy is required.  Being a goodly distance from the crime scene also helps.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Things happen.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - catlamity, a misadventure in need of misdirection

Wednesday, 4 July 2018

it depends


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


4 July 2018 - "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night...", yes, some of us volunteer to live by that motto.  If one wisely chooses the location, one or more of those unfavorable conditions could be a rare phenomenon.  Obviously, for me, a place that endures snow is not my definition of home.  Here in the hinterland during the summer months, we have our share of rain and gloom, but not enough heat for my taste.  So walking my beat is not a problem when the mercury soars and the local peeps sweat.  Bring it on!








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

We all have our dislikes.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrtinacity, the quality of sticking with something (having four sets of claws helps)

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

rack it


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


3 July 2018 - I realize that rat-race participants scowl at Mondays (and frankly aren't that fond of Tuesdays), but post-weekend is the lake's quiet time.  The jet-skis have been moored or trailered until the next time.  Peep noises from cook-outs and family get-togethers have ceased, just a dim echo in my head.  I am not absolutely certain, but feel justified in saying, that Mother Nature prefers the quiet.  Why would anyone desire the intrusion of banshees, with their clamorous din and trampling feet?  Probably I am projecting my own druthers upon the world, but don't we all?








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

It's important
to hear yourself.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - catcophony, an angry feline chorus, with theme "get off my lawn"

Monday, 2 July 2018

caught


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


2 July 2018 - I admit that watching the yard squeeps brings out my squirrelly behavior.  But I see no excuse for the shorter peep wanting to immortalize it.  A closer inspection makes me wonder what happened to my ear!  At least it is still attached to my head today (there is a mirror above the wash room faucet, where I often cadge a drink).  On the other hand, who wants to act his age 24/7, especially when that age has been described as "geriatric" (said by a white-coated peep whom I prefer to keep on my stranger list)?  Occasionally the kit inside demands to be let out... and I understand that feeling.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

It's ok to embarrass
your family.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - discombobucat, to disconcert to the point of silliness... but only mewmentarily

Saturday, 30 June 2018

I deal eyes


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


30 June 2018 - I know the day is off to a superlative start when mid-morning I am in need of shady spots.  Of course, weather is all relative... so perhaps after a month of chilly lakeside living, my definition of "warm" has slipped a tad north.  Whatever, my perceptions give today high marks (and as you know by now, the higher the mercury the higher the score).  I am not the only corporeal being who is enjoying this Saturday:  the beeps (and unfortunately the squeeps) are very active, and there are strange peeps already putt-putting about the lake.  As long as they don't come ashore, I will tolerate their presence (but it does mess up my notion of an idyll).








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

A good day compensates
for several icky ones.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - romewnticize, make circumstances seem more appealing (life would be dark without Mr. Sol)