Clearly they had made an appointment to receive a good hissing at!

A tabby cat sits upright on a blue cushioned bench inside a small boat cabin, facing the camera with an alert, slightly regal expression. The cat wears a bright red harness. Sunlight streams through the boat’s windows, revealing a clear blue sky outside. Around the cat are patterned seat cushions, a coiled rope, and boating gear, giving the scene a cozy, nautical feel.

Oh she’s very much an adventurous girl! She even went sailing with us last summer.

Anyways, that’s why I always put a tracker on the ancient one. Her younger brothers stay in the garden like clockwork, but noooo, Miss Ma’am has to start a neighbourhood brawl with local horses.

(N.B.: there is no street here. We live on an unnamed, no through-traffic gravel path.)

A tabby cat sits on a patch of dirt and grass in a sunny garden, facing the camera with a mildly unimpressed, squinting expression. The cat wears a collar with a round tag and a bulky black device attached. Behind it stands a tree trunk and a wooden fence, with leafy branches casting dappled shadows. Bright green plants and a few small yellow flowers fill the foreground under clear blue sky.

Let the ancient cat out in the garden, expecting her to plonk down in the sun, she’s 22 after all. What’s she gonna do?
Anyways, what she was going to do was waddle her old bones half way down to the old mill to hiss at some Shetland ponies.

Like girl, where are you going? Got places to be?

Alles Ableismus ausser Cluster B, weißte doch. Lass mich nur noch schnell einen Artikel über Avoidant Attachment auf Substack raushauen, den ich dann irgendwie kreativ und wissenschaftlich komplett unfundiert damit verknüpfe.

“I wonder if the Death Star was insured.”

“Shall I let the intrusive thoughts win and speak my mind?”
“Sure.”
“Mustn’t it have been odd - in Star Wars I mean -“ (insert rant about Kim in Accounting being terrified of being strangled by the man in the long black coat if she messes up)

@bearlawyer.bsky.social is discussing burning questions.

An orange tabby cat lounges on a beige armchair like it pays rent. It’s sitting upright but slouched, one back leg casually lifted, exposing pink paw pads with zero shame. The cat looks directly at the camera with a calm, slightly judgmental expression. A patterned cushion sits behind it.

Incidentally, we were talking about Jones’ tail, as he was the unfortunate victim of a tail-being-stepped-on-incident earlier. Rest assured his tail is, in fact, still straight (even if potentially slightly flatter).

13-year-old, overhearing half a conversation from another room: “Wait, what used to be straight? Because it’s not like you ever were, @luxwinter.bsky.social.”

I feel like I just got violently clocked, and my gay little soul is shaken to its core.

A woman (Taylor Swift) styled in a bold, retro-glam look stands against a bright orange, graphic background. She wears oversized reflective sunglasses with decorative edges, large hoop earrings, and bright pink lipstick. Her blonde hair is styled in a voluminous, vintage-inspired updo. Draped over her shoulders is a vivid pink faux-fur coat, worn open to reveal a pale bandeau-style top. In one hand, she holds a cocktail glass garnished with a lime wedge. The overall image is highly saturated and stylized, with a pop-art aesthetic

😎

Tree law is lawyer theater. It typically involves commonplqce petty neighbor boundary line squabbles (setting, characters) where the antagonist does not understand the consequences of what they've done (plot). Lawyers can hit catharsis based on a paragraph and some pictures.

A small tabby cat sits upright on a weathered wooden porch step, facing slightly left with its head tilted upward as if watching something above. The cat wears a dark collar with a round tag and a small device attached. Behind it is a green wooden house with white trim, a white door standing ajar, and a window to the right. A leafy potted plant sits near the wall on the left.

For this #Caturday, I submit to your consideration: Miss Mia prancing her ancient bones around the garden, because being old doesn’t stop her from being curious.

Little antique Babycat, big world.

Thank you both!

Bonus: I thought of seeing if I can post in local Facebook groups but I am slightly terrified of being like “hey which one of your fuckers owns this neglected cat” causing those fuckers to abandon or get rid of the cat elsewise for reasons of saving face or not being able to be arsed.

I’m torn. I felt for a chip (which is mandatory here) but couldn’t feel any, but the demeanour of the kitty means it’s at least well socialised. I do not want to steal anyone’s cat by all means, but kitty also needs some care for those mats asap.

What would you do?

looked like it had been chopped off on its right side), the creature had a little cough (though just one, not repeated), was very skinny, and had plum-sized mats under its armpits. There are houses nearby and the cat was super social, and came when psss psss pssst at. >

Hey #CatSky and general cat people, I need your thoughts/opinions real quick:
We live in a rural area in Sweden, for context. We came across a long-haired, super friendly cat today while taking a walk. The kitty was in what I would call a state of neglect - the fur wasn’t in great shape (and >

Faustregel: Wenn ein Autokonvoi gegen zu hohe Benzinpreise protestiert, sind die Benzinpreise noch nicht zu hoch.

Don’t make me cry, whales are such amazing creatures 🥹

All good, the only purpose language has is to communicate, and I immediately knew what you meant - purpose served :)

I think that’s the big question. He somehow ended up in the Baltic Sea, which means he’s either impaired, confused, or terrible at being a whale. Beached himself thrice, which one would think is a strong indicator that he’s unfortunately unwell. Poor soul.

If you ask the right wingers, his name is - and I kid you not - Hope. Honestly, he’s in such a rough shape, I genuinely hope people stop prodding the poor creature and let him die in peace. The whale people said there’s not much more we can do, but the populists have other plans. As always

Skritches relayed! I did my nails this morning so she got a good skritch!

Honestly, occasionally I deserve to be laughed at for my nationality. We’re currently spiralling into whale-induced national psychosis (and I mean that in the clinical and not in the “I’m ableist and call everything I don’t like ‘insane’”-sense).

So you’d get a pass either way ;)

Hat vielleicht auch etwas mit palliativer psychologischer Selbstfürsorge zu tun? Ich denke da jetzt an klassische In- und Outgrouping-Mechanismen, die den eigenen Selbstwert und das Selbstbild in Zeiten von gesellschaftlichem Kontrollverlust festigen.

Ja, musste auch genau daran denken - diese Diskursemotionalisierung von eigentlich politisch spektralneutralen Themen, bis sie sich zum Mythos hochschaukeln; ich glaube, ich hab‘ den Film schon mal gesehen…

„Hey Siri, what does „to resist“ mean?“

Man, the future is bleak and the masses are complicit.

Wir können auch einfach ganz viele Luftballons aus der McDonalds-Kinderecke klauen und unter den Wal schieben. #JeSuisHope

Falls es irgendwo einen National Cognitive Dissonance Award gibt, dann möchte ich bitte Walretter und ihre KI-generierten Slop „Songs“ und Bilder nominieren.

Spannend, muss ich mal googeln. Finde das bei sowas immer spannend Dinge zu lesen, die sich dem Nationalnarrativ entziehen. Danke!

Out of sheer curiosity: Non-German folks on here, has the whale fiasco made it out of Germany or are we just cultivating a fever dream of a new collective core memory?