wary bones

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 February 2021 - Even around my peeps I can be shy, or more kindly spun, kittenish.  You can imagine how out-going the occasional house guest finds me!  On the other hand I do terrify interlopers (but then I do pick my battles).  Despite my black-and-white coloring, I am more complicated than that... as are most.  I think this photograph captures more of my derring-do spirit than my natural reserve, although objectivity is difficult for me-centric cats.  And this snippet of time excludes what happened before (nail-sharpening) and what happened after (an ascent).  Without the entire sequence one is guessing at what actually transpired.  And as to the underlying motive?  That, my friends, is all guesswork.  Self-analysis isn't a cat thing.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

"Why?" can be

a rabbit hole.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrivate, not choosing to reveal to others, mostly for the sake of purrtection

American idle

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 February 2021 - Mr. Sun can be quite the tease:  here one day in abundance, the next hiding behind clouds.  But when we are so lucky, soaking up the warmth is a glorious pastime.  This west-facing spot has many things to recommend it, as it is favored by beeps and provides good surveillance of the side yard.  But I would be lying not to admit that without these assets I would still enjoy perching on the window sill.  In a future remodeling I would request that the ledge be expanded to seat-width.  That way both the peeps and myself can recline here and doze in the bright light.  But on second thought, at the present width, I don't have to share with anyone else... so maybe I should leave things as they are.  I wish you a relaxing hump day, wherever you park it.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Do what you have to do.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - luxpurriate, take self-indulgent delight (purrly because I'm worth it)

unusual suspects

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 February 2021 - Shearing is typically done in the spring, once the danger of freezing temperatures is past.  I would like to believe that our winter is behind us... but who can say?  However I have had this haircut since Bastet opened my eyes.  (Unfortunately that auspicious date has been lost.)  I lack fur on my lower sides, upper legs (not including paws), and belly.  From afar I appear to be a three-colored tuxedo, when actually it is my skin showing through the silky down.  It is a strange genetic mutation, and in its full glory I would be hairless (and really miserable in winter).  But other than causing a justified dislike for the cold, my "condition" is seemingly benign... and you have to admit, it is a "look".

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

It's all about playing

the hand that you're dealt.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - unpurrcedented, never known before (obviously an exaggeration but cats are known for their high-purr-bole)

guardian angle

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 February 2021 - Very little escapes my senses, so when my brain headlines, "something moved", I take it seriously.  I love the vastness of our abode, but all that square footage is a challenge to secure.  It may have been a cobweb flexing in a breeze, but that determination can't simply be wished.  Only by thoroughly inspecting the site will I put to rest the niggling question, "do we have an interloper?"  This question was yesterday afternoon's reality, and I can now relay to you that it was a false alarm.  It puts both my mind and body at ease to scale back to a green alert, at least for the moment... because Sunday naps are the best.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Don't disappoint yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - authenticat, show beyond feline doubt that something is or isn't true

harmony on rye

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 February 2021 - Today is the day to enjoy chocolate, or so claims the shorter peep.  She is welcome to my share... although we cats may be tempted to eat fudgy treats, those that did not resist fell ill and required help from white lab coats.  I haven't met a white lab coat, but my hardwiring automatically puts such under the scary heading.  So, no thank you, I'll pass on the chocolates.  However Valentine's Day expressions of amity have other cat-acceptable outlets (and a red satin cape is not what I'm talking about).  My peeps are well aware that a few extra tuna treats would be greatly appreciated... and I'm waiting for them to materialize.  After all "togetherness" doesn't require that we eat alike or think alike, only that we choose one another's company.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Hug a friend.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrvision, supplying something that is needed (after being prodded by a paw)

the tough is out

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 February 2021 - You might conclude from this photograph that my life is quite soft... and it does have such moments.  However I spent hours yesterday huddled under a bed, waiting (see yesterday's entry for more on that topic) for the growling beast to be recaged.  I fear someday we will meet face-to-face, and my one hope is that I manage to survive the encounter.  Perhaps it is just a bombastic bully, and a well-placed talons-extended swat across its snout might just send it yelping to its closet.  I rather like that image, a long-shot victory against Goliath.  So a bit of recovery time on this couch was much needed, and when at last I got down from my pillow the adrenaline had been mopped up and the heart rate below the danger zone.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Remember that bed

of roses contains thorns.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - dispurrited, having momentarily lost hope (what would Tom do?)

on hold

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

12 February 2021 - My peeps underestimate the amount of time I spend waiting on them, so documentation helps my believability.  I do comprehend that actions are not instantaneous, but what tries my patience is tangential behavior that delays completion of the thing I desire.  For example, rather than simply make my bed in the morning, the peeps begin an unrelated conversation about something that may or may not occur in two days.  And then I can almost see my saucer of treats before me, but the shorter peep trots back into the kitchen to refill the water pitcher.  "Aye yai yai", caterwauls my inner self.  Perhaps my single-mindedness indicates shallowness, but it does complete a task before starting another.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Just do it,

for Persian Pete's sake.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - facatical, filled with furvid zeal (dare I say, "dogmatic")