There is a shrimpness to the way the kitten sleeps that His Highness does not possess. Something twist-y and turn-y with a dash of trixter.

They wake up. They eat the fish. They pose dramatically.

Кажется, мне пора беспокоиться

Купалиинка, Купаалинка, Теемнааяа ноочка...

My favourite way to start a day: on the balcony among the flowers. The spying squirrel baron agrees.

My 9-5 job is pretty good at two major things: paying my bills and sucking the soul out of me until I'm dead inside. Then I look up from the monitor and see Secret Intelligence Squirrel Baron S. all stressed over my stress.

Sometimes I believe it's my balcony. They are always there to graciously correct me.

In his extensive botanical studies His Grace has found that certain more exotic flowers emanate a slight aroma of butt.

Hello spring.

The last night frosts have been and gone. Goodbye winter.

Вы и книга, которую вы прочитали в детстве и она вам очень понравилась и запомнилась на всю жизнь. Вся серия про приключения подростка Томка с его политически-беженским отцом и его друзьями-товарищами навсегда запала в мое сердечко. При попытке перечитать оказалась... местами устаревшей.

В честь самой длинной ночи - свет. И Его Сиятельство Граф.

Как же я скучаю по Бибочке! Маленькой, сладенькой, вечно голодной Бибочке.

Have whatever kind of day you want, and try to avoid having a singular regret like this anchovy. Taken 20 minutes ago🪶

His Most Eminentest Grace the Earl bids good morning. To themselves, of course. I am just a messenger.

The first winter wonderland moment of the year is officially here.

Под лаской плюшевого шмеля Мохнатый вспоминаю хмель: Кружился в вальсе как подстрелен Мой кочевой и звездный зверь.

Chief catsultant works late to present his business analysis. His findings are that friendliness towards humans can be at least doubled by a mere 300% increase in daily treat distribution. Your problems are hereby solved.

Deep in the park there is a weak spot in the Matrix, where textures slide out of place and get confused.

In the old cartoons there used to be ridiculously brightly-coloured forests full of magic creatures and fairytale-y stuff. This shot from Ojców national park takes me right back. I'm sure there are talking wolves and gift-bearing birds hiding in the shadows.

There are about five minutes of magic somewhere between the train station in the middle of nowhere and my 9-to-5 job. Strange barely audible tunes waver in the morning fog, luring me out into the chill wilderness.

Frost is back. Winter is coming. Ice glitters like diamonds. Time fractures in the crystals like light.

On my beach vacation so far I had two days of sunshine, on the second of which I caught a cold. So with a sore throat, heavy head and bitter heart I am enjoying my utterly overpriced seaview from the window.

I say it is too early for Halloween season. Weather says nah-ah!

Господь

Praised as the most gripping mystery by one critic out of one, only in theaters from literally today:

In a shocking mystery thriller of a morning, he just saw his evil twin eat his breakfast and disappear with the treats. Now no-one will believe him. How will this cat, abandoned by those he trusted most, convince the world of the impossible truth?

My other baby is a hunter as well! Hew name is Nirvana (the plant, not the fly) and she's been great at eating them pesky fruit flies.

My baby is a hunter! So proud.

Mr. Holmes, I invited you here to solve the mystery of the vanished breakfast.

Got home. Fell into bed. Invited cat. Cat be like: 'you talking to me?'

A single glorious second of cat. Courtesy of His most Eminent Grace the Earl. And the balcony.

I am obsessed with this 🤣 genius!

@foxywitchery.bsky.social смари, тебя показывают

Rain in the night translates to delicious raindrops in the morning. Delight of delights.

On the shadow side of my bright balkony filled with flowers in bright boxes are small, cold nature-morte graveyards of wilted blooms overflowing my hands, spilling petals and dry leaves, smelling sweet and dead.

What would I do without his Highness' help. Most condescending genius of puzzles.

When I was a child, we lived on the ground floor and under my window was a great sea of lilac bushes, huge, lush, quite old. The smell of lilacs is forever a sunny spring day of my childhood.

Dark pics for a dark mood.

Working hard. As chief cat. Round the clock, no days off.

Part one of the great "I spent my day off at the botanical garden" series of a literal ton of pictures of, well, plants. Do I know their names and can supply them? Of course not, too busy blocking the paths kneeling over things with my phone to actually check out signs.

Quick crab drawing guides that @jopabinia.bsky.social and I made a few years back to get you all started for this month's #InsertAnInvert2024 theme: Carcinization. Fun fact, this was the beginning of the whole "Insert An Invert" series

His Grace bids you good morning.

There goes the sun, there comes the long way to the far office

Reasons to take the early train: morning dew in the sunlight

Pink Peony. #Photography #AlphabetChallenge #WeekP 📷 ©mfjphotography

So we went for a walk by the river and saw a guy on his phone in a boat with a dog, a goose and a duck.

Last month Roku TVs held a bunch of people hostage, disabling TVs unless they accepted a ToS agreement. I wrote about how we are in a golden age of user hostile consumer products and the pervasive sense that the quality of the things we buy is decaying (GIFT LINK) www.theatlantic.com/technology/a...

Some nights the darkness watches you back.

Their most eminent grace the Earl have kindly bestowed the honor of their company. Happy day.