Tuesday, 30 April 2019

aide in the shade


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


30 April 2019 - I have been spending more and more of my time outdoors... and it, and my time there, are great.  From the back porch I can survey our southern flank while basking in the soon-to-be-May sunshine.  Mostly I keep a watchful eye and attuned ear to the resident beeps, but occasionally I spot something more formidable shambling through our yard.  Some of the nosier ones actually have the gall, typically under the cover of darkness, to investigate my guardhouse... I know this to be true, not because I confronted the rogue, but because of the telltale scents left behind.  There is a reason for my longevity.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Pick your fights...
and then delegate.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - depuddy, Bastet's earthly representative, empowered accordingly

Monday, 29 April 2019

verum vex


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


29 April 2019 - My peeps had a big day yesterday, so I will grant them (ok, the shorter peep) an extra fifteen minutes this morning.  But that will be the extent of my generosity... because self-preservation has a higher priority, and I am thirsty.  While they slept, I walked the house, and am delighted to report that furniture is back in its proper place, although it will take days for the odor of strangers to be gone.  As I predicted, a horde of faces and feet descended on us Sunday, and I was forced to retreat to the bedroom (under the bed to be exact).  Quiet wasn't possible, but at least I had peace.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

If it's not one thing,
it's two dozen.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - tempurramental, sensitive to slights (which doesn't make me a purrima donna)

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Sunday hunch



Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


28 April 2019 - What are my peeps up to now?  The lowest level of our domicile is unrecognizable to the eye, and even some of the smells are unfamiliar.... with a telltale eau-de-unknown-beast scent.  I have a bad feeling about their latest enterprise, and suspect that at some point I will have to excuse myself to the bedroom or perhaps even the wilderness yard.  Wondering when the next shoe will drop keeps me jumpy (even in the calmest times I dislike a sharp, loud noise) and pacing the floor...  making it difficult to work up an appetite or to enjoy a nap.  I must remain on the alert, and keep myself close to the backdoor exit.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Yes, sometimes things
can get worse.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - pussled, unsure what is going on (and unhappy about that)

Saturday, 27 April 2019

mirror universe


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


27 April 2019 - Me and my pals are guarding the local watering hole.  Everyone, friend or foe, gets thirsty... which means eventually they must make their way to the faucet and wet their throats.  As my peeps will avow, I prefer my drink freshly flowing, rather than bowl-ready.  I do occasionally have to resort to the latter, and it certainly is a handy alternative, but it isn't my first choice.  A particularly heinous act is to poison the community well, carried out both by the residents (to enervate the approaching forces) and the aggressor (to force a demoralizing evacuation).  We cats are as territorial as the next, but I would never foul my water.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

One can at least be civilized.












Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrpetual, unceasing (as our need for attention and other basics of life)

Thursday, 25 April 2019

twiddle while you work


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


25 April 2019 - I really don't mind reporting to work.  My job as office manager gives me a great deal of autonomy and flexibility, which fits nicely with a cat's independent streak.  I can roam the corridors, under the pretense of staff supervision, curl up in a quiet corner, ostensibly giving my peeps room to work, take a long lunch, etc.  My largely paws-off style of oversight draws no complaints (comments, yes) from the employees, and productivity (and profits) are all in the black.. but what else would you expect with a tuxedo cat at the helm?








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

No one likes a
backseat driver.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

title of the day - the Great Communicatter, a feline that can motivate peeps to carry out his bidding

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

ease-y does it


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


24 April 2019 - You might guess from the sharp white light that we are still enjoying low humidity with our warm temperatures.  There is a brief window in the spring and again in autumn when we in Florida are so lucky.  Unlike my peeps, I don't mind being sticky as long as I am toasty.  A month past the equinox, the sun has now lifted sufficiently high in the sky to pool on the north-facing porch... which means one of my favorite spots is even more desirable.  I am loving the current developments, with the promise of summer not too far away.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Any creature prefers comfort.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - delicat, a feline requiring careful and sensitive handling

Tuesday, 23 April 2019

dear in the headlights


Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories


23 April 2019 - Geez, it would seem that I must keep a constant eye on the shorter peep.  She wandered off again, finally reappearing last night, smelling of foreign places.  Why she makes me and the taller peep worry so, is not understandable (and not appreciated either).  I must take solace in the "all's well that ends well" adage, and ignore the niggling notion that it will happen again.  But don't we cats pride ourselves in not fretting about the future?  I will enjoy the fact that she, and her lap, are back where they should be.  But anxiety certainly saps one's energy... it is no surprise that I require a restorative nap.








methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Gray hairs, silver lining...
so very different.













Bring back Bastet
Bastet beckons





Catty Corner

word of the day - purrized, valued and beyond purrice (a good thing, since we cats have no money)