sad little cowboy cat doodle, written text around it reads: “i’ve got no yeehaws left”
sad little cowboy cat doodle, written text around it reads: “i’ve got no yeehaws left”
Ahh, so this is the year I turn “people in public spaces keep assuming random unattended tweens belong to me”years old, it seems. Not a fan, I gotta say
one of the very tiring things about politics from 2015 on is the two tiered system election system where there are real candidates who have to be perfect in every single way and anything in their record any statement can be used to disqualify them
and clown vibe candidates who are never accountable
Y’all this Neighbors show is so stressful and my attorney spouse is just sitting here delighted, metaphorically twirling his mustache recalling property law class and live-annotating while I’m screaming internally at these lunatics and their antics. I stg it’s Pop-Up Video: Juris Doctor Edition
Such a grateful boy! 🥹 (Mostly, heh)
Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands by Felix
been in my “Megan for the love of god fix this or throw it out” pile for…a bit. Bad cat mom, I know!
Anyway, I am pleased to report that it has been reinforced and is back in service, much to the delight of this big bad tuxie boy.
Watch him realize what it is and lose his little mind 🥹
A fluffy, partially-blind tuxedo cat is lying on a sewing table with a lime green fleece blanket beneath him. His head is turned toward me, and I am holding out a worn, blue and white hacky sack
For whatever reason, this hacky sack is Judas Kevin’s favorite toy ever. Likely because it makes a nice sound as it rolls so he can hear it, and it has enough heft that he can give it a good smack with those giant mitts of his (better it than me, amiright?).
A seam popped, so it’s…
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I just woke up from a dream where Fozzie Bear was playing Riff Raff in Rocky Horror. He was about to hit the high note in "Over at the Frankenstein Place" when my alarm went off.
Watching Heated Rivalry and my spouse just accidentally referred to “Hollander” as “Hallorann.” This man is over here subconsciously trying to create The Shining extended universe hockey romance crossover content and frankly I am HERE FOR IT
Inside me there are two wolves.
One is like, “Megan, stop being a ghoul. It is a gesture, meet people where they are.”
The other is like, “I am a WOLF I do not possess opposable THUMBS or the capacity for WRITTEN COMMUNICATION what is a PHONE” [earsplitting howl and so much gnashing of teeth]
Older siblings will be like “why don’t you respond to me :(“ and it’s like, idk, why don’t you text me words such as “hello/are you alive/etc” instead of the sporadic link to a shitty ai tiktok titled “the meaning of a ✨sister✨” regurgitating a script Hallmark would write off for being too cheesy?
Bubblegum nose! 💕
A white kitten with brown tiger striped patches is lying in a sunny spot on a mauve sofa. He is sticking his tongue out slightly in the tiniest “blep”
A white kitten with brown tiger striped patches is rolling around in a sunny spot on a mauve sofa. He is positioned on his back with front legs outstretched
A white kitten with brown tiger striped patches is lying in a sunny spot on a mauve sofa.
A white kitten with brown tiger striped patches is lying in a sunny spot on a mauve sofa.
Happy #Caturday from this goofy goober.
Not a single thought in Jim Morrison Brown’s silly little head.
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everyone present for this spectacle is required by law to exclaim, “WHEEEEE!”
As you can imagine, a badly sprained wrist is simply not a sufficient mechanism for safely launching a 13-pound tuxedo cat into the air. So for the past week or so Judas’ requests for liftoff have, sadly, been denied.
What he is concerned with is not reaching his daily quota of Uppies, wherein he stands on his back paws and stretches his tuxedoed body REALLY TALL, placing front paws on his dad’s knees, at which point he is hoisted into the air with front legs still outstretched, like a big fluffy rocket. And yes…
A fluffy, partially-blind tuxedo cat is sitting on a beige kitchen floor. He is looking up toward a cotton tea towel hanging from the oven handle. On the towel is printed an illustration of a red bird on a branch, and the script beneath it reads, “See you in Hell”
Judas Kevin would like you all to know that he is The Most Neglected Boy Who Ever Lived. You see, during the Icepocalypse of 2026, his dad was unloading groceries from the car when he slipped on the ice, landing hard on his hand and spraining his wrist. Judas does not care about this. #CatsOfBluesky
The pivot to video is a tax on women's time and dignity, I will die on this hill.
I once paid our vet something like $80 to be told my chubby cat, who was doing “The Butt Scoot” across the floor, was just irritated because he couldn’t reach his hindquarters to clean himself properly. He went on a little diet afterward and was fine, but I feel your pain!
Exactly. We just had to replace our kitchen trash can with a heavier, stainless one because his brother figured out how to break into it. One problem gets solved, another arises 😼
Jim Morrison the cat has learned to open the latch on their cat food cart. This is NOT A DRILL.
I am so screwed, aren’t I? #CatsOfBluesky #CatsOfBsky
Every major website/company now: Yeah if we find out you post or look at a boob we will freeze all your accounts without warning
The CEO of every major website/company over Gmail: Oh Jeffrey you are simply a hoot. Lovely spending time with you on Party Pervert Pedo Island
Jeffrey Epstein: yeag ,
Good on ya Preds.
The adult version of “oh yeah well my uncle who works for Nintendo said…” is Nextdoor posting absurd but vague timelines for post-disaster utility restoration based on hearsay from mysterious “reputable” acquaintances
But have you ever even experienced the pure joy of trying to give a cat a pill it absolutely does not want, bro?
The guy that runs the Reddit where people post about patting their cat on the butt like bongos has put his foot down
When The Offspring comes on the radio at the liquor store
“Mama, stop watching the weather and fretting about snow and ice. I’ll make some biscuits and keep us warm.” – Jarvis Fletcher Brown, baker extraordinaire
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