Listen to George’s little trills. He is chatting with Mr. Red.

Our garden panther, the late Jake, kept varmints out of our gardens and patrolled the neighbors’ gardens, too. One of a kind, he rescued himself at a park by flopping on our daughter’s lap. At first we used break-away collars but 4 collars later, gave up. Everyone knew and loved him by then.

That tilt is giving Weekend at Bernie’s. Holy Cow.

Oh no! She was an inspiration to so many, including me. What a loss.

“Frog,” asked Toad, “was that a true story?” “Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t,” said Frog.

Get ‘em.

Why should we pave the way for them to make money for themselves at our expense?

Max (L) tried to annoy Minerva (R) so she would abandon The Favorite Box. Minerva countered by hate-washing his neck. There’s probably an official behavioral term for it but hate-washing in our house is aggressive grooming to establish dominance or set limits. Minerva: 1 Max: 0

Librarian here. We can move the dystopian fiction to the nonfiction section any day now.

Fascinating.

annual reminder #pride

Leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes for breakfast because I’m classy that way.

May all oligarchs everywhere live “on edge” until they’re broke AF.

Me, yesterday, landing on a bish who dismissed a request to correctly document Mr’s leave so I can access a benefit *for which I have paid years of premiums.* No, no, no, bish! I paid premiums, I paid co-pays, I offered to pay for your time, I have made a polite request. You will now fix this.

A reminder for all of us.

happy pride, shoutout as always to the 1978 gilbert baker pride flag which had pink and turquoise stripes for SEX AND MAGIC AND ART, and in this house we support gay sex and gay magic and gay art

Minerva has a yellow box.

@saystay.bsky.social Did you see this?

Because they are in safe seats, they’ve gotten very comfortable with doing the wrong thing. Primary them.

Fellow cat-stewards: 3 days into Mr Red’s return from a 10-day hospital stay, Max refuses to sit on Mr’s lap for more than a minute. While I am Max’s preferred human, he will plonk down on others, including Mr Red. as well. We can’t figure out this behavior any insights?

The day I reach my final goal for myself in my profession, I am buying myself this ring. I don’t care if I have to sell an organ to do it.

Daughter worked 17 hours yesterday (willingly, she’s in a union.) Max, the Town Crier, keeps yelling: •Human Still Asleep! •Call the Guards! •Reportable Crime In Progress! •Closed Door Without Permit! •Robbery of Undivided Attention!

Orca Pods: Assemble!

One of the most uplifting survival stories I have ever heard, told by the exceptional @blairbraverman.bsky.social.

Mr Red is finally home! He is in deep trouble with the cats. He was Away Without Cat Leave. No one is speaking to him.

Probably the last night before Mr Red comes home. I got home earlier than expected so I am seeing Sheep Detectives before it leaves theaters. Dinner? Who needs dinner? I need a funny movie with a ton of good actors.

Our roses are growing like weeds. Weeds in situ for proof.

Mr Red is still in the hospital. Today is day 8, but we are down to having to get one thing stabilized instead of half a dozen so we are moving in the right direction.

Late evening on a work night in Wilmington DE, and Sheep Detectives is SOLD OUT! #ofmd

Minerva

Peaches is missing Mr Red. They are buddies.

Max is in his feelings box.

TW: bug (no pics) Sunday: I’m cleaning house. Our kitchen door opens to a tiny foyer ending in an outside door. I was wearing flip-flops. A giant pregnant wolf spider chased me out of my house and *charged at me* when I ran (screaming) back through. She now owns 15 sq ft of real estate.

*While planning to give $millions to a developer, the City of Wilmington, DE told unhoused people to move to tents in Christina Park in winter or be arrested. It lied about provisions onsite. Local groups began to speak out and to help residents, so the City decided to evict residents on June 15.

My friend, walking the walk.

TW: Illness, medical procedures. Things did not go as planned today. I woke up with a stomach virus. Still not keeping much down. Our daughter spent 4 hours with Mr Red. He’s had 2 short walks, chest tubes and wires extracted, ate actual food, and watched a bicycle race through Tuscany.

Mr Red’s CABG went well. He looks wrecked, like he did after his heart attack in his 30s. He’s been diligent health wise and was largely asymptomatic when this situation was found on a routine test. So we are hopeful. My daughter and my bestie were aces today, and my #uglydogs, too.

It’s offensive when people automatically shorten my name. It is deeply disrespectful and often patronizing. And don’t give me that look when I politely correct you. I wrote out all 8 letters: use them. It’s 3 entire syllables. 😡

Mr. Red’s Big Damn Surgery is today. Please send good vibes, thoughts, wishes, prayers. #UglyDogs.

Acting casual, but we all know he’s about to start something.

This is ridiculous. Can we focus on this instead? I will go on the record if you can send a reporter spotlightdelaware.org/2026/05/12/c... bsky.app/profile/says...

Ears.

My friend doing all the good work. She walks the walk. Holds people in power accountable. Absolute hero.

Anyone else’s husband cut them off mid-sentence with a snide remark? When no one’s around? While listening to everyone else with charm and patience? Why did it take me so long to recognize that it’s not me?

Any turncoat Democratic senators and representatives also need to hear from us. If you have one, you know who they are.

I bet @jordansbrock.bsky.social and @nomadsland.bsky.social know where this is. Every time we travel through this I think of that scene in Men In Black.

Like skee-ball but for cats.

I keep thinking about the Boudican Destruction Horizon. 1:41 minute watch. youtube.com/watch?v=GEqc...

Film you've watched more than 6 times with a gif Hard mode: no Star Trek, Star Wars, LOTR, Marvel, Disney, or Ghibli