I second the notion

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

19 Feb 2022 - I just love a job that allows me to keep watch while plopped on the porch in a pool of sunshine... so choose your profession carefully.  Yesterday couldn't have been better:  hot, dry, and lots of interloper entertainment.  It almost made me forget the cause of my recent kvetching (almost).  Such weather buoys my hope that this wretched spate of cold has been jettisoned for tropical balminess.  The best thing I can say about chilly temperatures is that it underscores my affection for summertime.  Who cares if my favorite season brings humidity and bugs... certainly not I.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Life is never perfect.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - unpurrsassable, can't be improved upon (the cat's meow)

that was intense

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

18 Feb 2022 - To be a cat worth his stuff is to be detail-oriented:  to spot something new in the view, something that has shifted or otherwise changed.  The forest of Arden would never have crept up to our domicile without my sounding the alarm.  Clearly one of my kind needed to be on duty that day (and the bard lived with cats, so duh).  For most of my patrol I simply need to stay aware, no goofing off or day-dreaming, but once further investigation is needed, my muscles tense and my eyes bore holes.  The transformation is quite noticeable, and signals that our well-being is in good paws.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

It's not safe or interesting to

sleepwalk through life.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrcing, to see into the heart of the matter, sharp-eyed

inheritance

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

17 Feb 2022 - Although I primarily like peep chairs as places to nap, they also offer a vantage point for observing the local fauna.  And every now and then I do glimpse a spotted feep, quietly making its way through the brush as part of a family group.  I can't recall my "earlier" days... obviously I had a mother (and a here-today-gone-tomorrow father) that I probably resemble, or not.  A litter of kits can be widely different in coloration, but as I said I can't pull up those memories.  Much more satisfying (and reliable) is a family of your own choosing, where food and affection bind more strongly than blood.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Don't lose to the tribe

your sense of self.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrthright, the natural purrivilege one is born with

foe is me

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

16 Feb 2022 - We aren't destined to be friends,  but I can still admire the cat-beep's imitation mewling... and he is a sharp dresser with that minimalist palette.  I can't imagine he has any opinion of my kind except of the dangerous variety.  But that is what is expected as one moves along the food chain, so I don't take it personally.  With this impenetrable pane of glass separating us, I can only bluff an attack and threaten dire consequences... which means that he and other beeps are regular visitors to my window.  I find their appearances entertaining and exciting, even if the outcome is fixed.  My healthy imagination sweeps me into battle mode, and fun antics ensue.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Always remember that the "enemy"

looks a lot like you.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - adpurrsary, one's natural opponent (Sylvester's Tweety)

only the brave

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

15 Feb 2022 - We indoor cats don't have trees to climb, which is a shame, but I have my very own jungle gym.  Once upon a time, this cantered beam may have been a majestic bit of flora.  Now part of our domicile, it provides me an up-ramp, when a moment of derring-do takes control.  And unlike the possibilities beyond my screened porch, here I can't climb so high as to be stranded (and require rescue).  Descent from its tippy top is manageable, and a flying dismount, non lethal... so I can set aside my natural caution, for a few moments of wild abandon.  And these escapades may even shift my self-perception away from scaredy-cat and ever so slightly toward super-feline:  me-ow.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Sometimes you can

surprise yourself.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - advenpurrous, occasionally willing to have new expurriences

great expectations

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

14 Feb 2022 - Some days I am a blur of motion, but the interlopers are riding this seesaw of spring weather, rising up with the temperatures... and I must keep apace.  All is well that ends on a high note, and yesterday's mid-afternoon sunshine was very much appreciated.  After several blah-weather days one can start feeling as grey as the sky, yet how quickly Mr. Sol perks up my spirits.  I made several speedy victory laps downstairs, whether in sheer joy or in the need to warm up I can't recall.  My bones tell me that my favorite time of year is coming (and it can't arrive too soon).

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Hope gets us up

in the morning.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrophesy, to furtell the future

no more, please

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 Feb 2022 - The shorter peep says that this drippiness will end soon.  Perhaps I should be satisfied with yesterday's fine example, but following warm sunshine with this wet mess seems unsportsmanlike of Mother Nature.  But what do I know about the demanding life of a mom?  Perhaps an occasional "acting out" is just a necessary coping mechanism for planetary stress.  I do understand that patience is a finite resource, and before I run out of this useful commodity I should probably hide my head under a paw and take a nap...  perhaps when I reopen my eyes, the view out my window will be much improved.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Imagining a do-over

can be helpful.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - impurrtus, the furce that makes things happen