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TacoTheUnbothered
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Perched on a Chicago windowsill watching Rome collapse, Taco exists in a state of indifference.

He remains—Unbothered.
Pinned
Beyond the window, the city reaches endlessly upward, a testament to human hunger for more.

I perch here, bathed in amber light, my whiskers catching sunbeams, having mastered the art of being complete.

They build toward heaven.

I've found it on this Chicago windowsill.

#Chicago #Cats
Taco lies in the sun every morning.

He says it’s how he cleanses the world—One ray at a time.

Just like those unsealed Epstein docs.
July 19, 2025 at 9:10 PM
Taco has reviewed my windowsill gardening project and issued his verdict: guilty of unauthorized growth.

His expertise in botanical regulation remains unmatched—swift, decisive, and utterly without appeal.

#cats #catsofbluesky
July 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Stephen Miller’s gaze could curdle milk.

Meanwhile, Taco basks in this sunbeam, pure and unbothered by grimness.

Some souls repel light; others, like this one, embody it effortlessly.

#cats #catsofbluesky
June 10, 2025 at 12:45 PM
While the oligarchy feasts on the scraps of the republic, Taco naps, a furry symbol of resistance. His twitching ears, though, might just be dreaming of universal basic tuna.

#cats #catsofbluesky
May 18, 2025 at 9:10 PM
From Chicago to Ukraine, windowsills remain the most hotly contested real estate in feline geopolitics.
- Move over, Thomas, you're not the boss here.
- Bastik, I'm not even going to talk to you.
April 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
While Secretary Hegseth transforms classified Pentagon intel into family group chat fodder —Taco maintains perfect OPSEC within his circular portal of woven sanctuary.

One compromises a nation; the other fortifies a closet kingdom.

#cats
April 25, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Taco is licking his wrist like it’s the only thing in the world that deserves tenderness.

He radiates the peace of a man who paid off his loans in 1993 and doesn’t know what a podcast is.

Honestly? 👉Goals.

#Cats #Goals
April 20, 2025 at 3:15 PM
The glass is a diary: inside, their effort; outside, the city’s breath.

Wind from the lake carries soot no hand can reach.

Still they clean, hoping clarity means control.

Taco does not hope. He lies in the light that makes it through.

That’s enough.

#Chicago #Cats
April 16, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Archaeologists say the hands marked rites of belonging—each touch a soft refusal of erasure.

Now we erase with paperwork and patrol.

The cave knew better.

Taco watches, silent as stone, while history tries to forget what the wall refuses to.
April 12, 2025 at 2:25 PM
They chase KPIs through glass corridors,
their briefcases swinging like pendulums of purpose.

I sprawl into meaning.

One paw draped like punctuation—
not a period,
not a question mark.

A comma.

An invitation to pause.
April 7, 2025 at 5:08 PM
The sunbeam always moves.

But Taco teaches us: what nourishes you may shift, fade, return.

Wisdom isn’t control—it’s knowing where to stand when the light finds you again.

Some things return only to those who remember how to receive them.

#BeLikeTaco #cats #philosophy
April 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Taco remains unbothered by society's obsession with constant transformation.

Perhaps true growth isn't about becoming something different but about sinking deeper into who we already are—present, alive, and at peace with our authentic nature.

#cats #philosophy
April 1, 2025 at 3:31 AM
He settled without ceremony—just gravity and trust—and unspooled into sleep as if the day itself had exhaled.

His tiny sighs are the only weather here.

A velvet paperweight with a heartbeat, tethering me gently to a moment I didn’t know I needed.

#cats #AltTextPhilosophy
March 29, 2025 at 3:59 AM
Pete Hegseth is not careless. He’s not overwhelmed. He is simply not bright. A man in a job several cognitive zip codes above his capacity—operating with the confidence of someone who’s never been told how little he understands. He is what you get when no one good will take the call.
Pete Hegseth must resign or be fired immediately.
March 25, 2025 at 11:07 PM
This sunlight is public wealth no billionaire can privatize.

I stretch into its golden spill, ears twitching to the hum of distant lives.

Their clocks tick in frantic rhythm—but I soak in this glow, my closed eyes dreaming past their towers.

#cats #philosophy
March 22, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Taco leans into the headboard, half-lidded eyes unmoved by your excuses.

Time is a human invention—a language you created to coordinate, not a law meant to constrain joy.

Some of us abandoned urgency long ago. We wake when we wake, and somehow, the world continues.

#cats #philosophy
March 21, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Your meditation app has achievements,
but I've mastered stillness without gamification.

Enlightenment isn't a progress bar,
and the universe doesn't send notifications.

Prefer awareness without awards -
mindfulness needs no metrics.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

#cats
March 19, 2025 at 3:52 AM
I position myself above Frida's portrait, recognizing a kindred spirit.

Her eyes remind me of my own—unflinching and deep.

Two beings accustomed to being studied but rarely understood.

This art meets my standards.

Will continue to supervise it closely.
March 17, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Thank you, President Stable Genius, for keeping the working class humble!

Retirement funds? Overrated. Home ownership? Sounds suspiciously socialist.

Why retire in comfort when you can spend your golden years eating beans to prove a point?

Now fluff his velvet pillow.

Chaos is chic.

#cats
March 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Canada has mastered the microaggression—emphasis on micro.

Nothing says ‘your presence is noted but not required’ like a red carpet the size of a dish towel.
March 14, 2025 at 1:29 PM
The new Employee of the Month has worked exactly one hour and spent the rest of their shift sleeping in the bun warmer.
March 13, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Beyond the window, the city reaches endlessly upward, a testament to human hunger for more.

I perch here, bathed in amber light, my whiskers catching sunbeams, having mastered the art of being complete.

They build toward heaven.

I've found it on this Chicago windowsill.

#Chicago #Cats
March 9, 2025 at 9:47 PM
In the Oval Office, Trump explains how wars are simply misunderstandings.

In the bathroom, Taco believes glass makes him invisible.

The gap between perception and reality is sometimes unbridgeable.
March 7, 2025 at 6:38 PM
There he sits, laboring for meaningless currency, while I—his one true responsibility—waste away, mere minutes from perishing.
March 5, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Tariffs clash like cymbals in a tone-deaf orchestra.

Wall Street panics like a cat in a bathtub.

Taco, luxuriating in the day’s final sunbeam remains unbothered.

He’s seen pigeons share breadcrumbs with more grace.
March 5, 2025 at 12:51 AM