pleasantly surmised

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

23 November 2018 - I am grateful for many things:  a comfortable bed (with heated towel when needed), a quiet place to call home, food whenever I want it (and even when I don't), a handy faucet to sate my thirst. two peeps who dote on me.  What else could I possibly wish for?  Being a few years younger would be nice (my peeps agree), but that isn't going to happen.  If I tally the results, I end up with "content"... which is very desirable (and fortuitous) if you are a cat.  How better to spend a frenzied Black Friday then by lounging about and purring?

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

At the root of strife

is ambition.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - satiscat-tion, the feline state of well-being

sly in the family home

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

22 November 2018 - In full sunlight this corner is not the best place for unnoticed observing.  Once the day has progressed to shadows and then darkness, I can sit here, certain that my surveillance is secure.  But even midday I like this spot for its elevated overview of the sinkhole and our driveway, the routes foes and friends might use to approach our domicile.  Now that I am not a contender in the 100-yard dash, I must rely more on my wiles to get the job done.  Although I have never played chess, my impression is the victor is one who can think the most steps ahead and build a strategy upon that information.  That is my plan as well.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Victory is never

permanent.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catculating, shrewd and determined (our minds are mostly made up)

silly shallying

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

20 November 2018 - Nothing puts pause in one's morning like a major thoroughfare closed to traffic.  I realize that we cats are the butt of peep jokes when it comes to our indecisiveness:  do I want to be in or out, on the other side or right here?  Some of this fence-sitting is due to our need for assistance, and how slowly it arrives.  If we were truly perched on a fence, we could hop down in whichever direction that we wished, knowing that the reversal was entirely in our control.  There would be no issue if there was no door or, next best, only an open door.  Both of these scenarios are peep decisions... so one could, in a quiet and nonjudgmental voice, opine that this aggravation is entirely a peep's doing.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Some days are not

worth the bother.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - equivocatting, dithering (or as I prefer to put it:  weighing all my options)

cuppa whoa

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 November 2018 - I admit that I am a cautious creature... but that doesn't mean that I am unwilling to try new things.  My peeps often arrive in the office with a cup of hot, dark liquid.  Typically they drink all of it, and do not grimace during its consumption... so I have ruled out poison and medicine.  I was curious if I might like the taste as well, so when the shorter peep extended her cup to me, I took an exploratory whiff.  Whatever it is, it is not something that I am familiar with.  Since it didn't smell even faintly related to yogurt or my kibbles, I politely declined her offer.  After all I have known them to ingest peculiar stuff.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Trying everything once

isn't necessarily a good idea.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - catfeine, a natural pick-me-up from living with felines

I'm in the riddle of something here

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 November 2018 - Bastet must have heard my grousing (sorry 'bout that), for today was just perfect for sprawling on the screened porch.  And I have learned that perfection is uncommon, so I spent quality time out there, soaking up the heat and relaxing in the Sunday quiet.  My peeps disappeared for a few hours in the middle of the day, giving me the house to myself.  I know how to enjoy my own company:  no idle chit-chat, no elevator-music pablum, just moi appreciating the universe's marvelous mystery.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Be quiet, and

learn a thing or two.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrplexed, causing one to scratch one's head (and not because of a flea)

dark humor?

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 November 2018 - Yesterday I didn't use the words "thoughtful and kind" for sentimental reasons:  beneath that towel is a heating pad to keep my old bones warm.  I wholeheartedly approve of its usage, but rue the fact that it is needed.  What happened to those hot days we, okay, okay, I was enjoying?  It would be a well-paying bit of ingenuity to figure out how to store the sun's heat for those times when it is sorely missed.  The only thing worse than a shortage of warmth would be a shortage of sunlight... and I understand that the extreme northern latitudes pass their winters (miserably I would add) in dominant darkness.  No thank you, absolutely and positively not for me.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

I second the motion:

"Let there be light."

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - mewlancholy, that feeling of depurression upon the return of winter

the why in the road

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 November 2018 - I should be gathering evidence for an abuse case:  for the last five days my peeps, normally a very kind and thoughtful pair, have tried to turn me into a hunchback (note the red arrow in the accompanying picture).  The process (and I certainly didn't agree to any of this) begins with a prick, perhaps a momentary 3 on the pain scale.  Then there is a weird feeling of liquids running down my shoulder and into my leg.  I have tried licking my fur but it is dry:  evidently they are siphoning the fluids under my skin.  The result is a sloshy sensation and a squishy lump that eventually disappears.  The rest of my day is completely normal, so I am very confused as to what is going on.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Questions should have

satisfying answers.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

disorder of the day - Meowchhausen syndrome, when a peep puts a cat through medical treatment