A Cat, Maybe
@acatmaybe.bsky.social
A Potential Cat and Philosopher.
As a cat-probably, I have a lot to say. Most of it imbued with feline wisdom. Bask in my salient utterances. Meow.
As a cat-probably, I have a lot to say. Most of it imbued with feline wisdom. Bask in my salient utterances. Meow.
Pinned
There's a Squishmallow in my spot again. I hate it I hate it I hate it! ...No, YOU'RE purring! 🙄
February 14, 2025 at 7:51 PM
There's a Squishmallow in my spot again. I hate it I hate it I hate it! ...No, YOU'RE purring! 🙄
It's been a long, long, long year... Not for me, just generally speaking. For a friend.
February 14, 2025 at 7:47 PM
It's been a long, long, long year... Not for me, just generally speaking. For a friend.
February 14, 2025 at 4:15 PM
*Rubs itchy ears on 22" monitor as it moves ever closer to the edge of the desk*
I do what I want.
Might get grounded later.
I do what I want.
Might get grounded later.
January 16, 2025 at 7:06 AM
*Rubs itchy ears on 22" monitor as it moves ever closer to the edge of the desk*
I do what I want.
Might get grounded later.
I do what I want.
Might get grounded later.
It is not a good day to be awake. Humans suck. Being a cat is the only truth.
January 14, 2025 at 8:54 PM
It is not a good day to be awake. Humans suck. Being a cat is the only truth.
SitRep: I was in a hurry and got stuck in the bookshelf for 0.3 seconds. I have surrendered my dignity. I await the end.
January 13, 2025 at 8:38 PM
SitRep: I was in a hurry and got stuck in the bookshelf for 0.3 seconds. I have surrendered my dignity. I await the end.
Dear Diary, I can smell him on her. She thinks I don't know, but I saw them through the window. Being all cute. Baring the tummy. Gorging himself on treats he doesn't deserve. No self-respect—a peasant *and* a charlatan. Disgusting.
January 13, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Dear Diary, I can smell him on her. She thinks I don't know, but I saw them through the window. Being all cute. Baring the tummy. Gorging himself on treats he doesn't deserve. No self-respect—a peasant *and* a charlatan. Disgusting.
Chicken nuggets don't complain about the hair in their butter. Chicken nuggets understand. You could use the dietary fibre if we're being honest...
January 13, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Chicken nuggets don't complain about the hair in their butter. Chicken nuggets understand. You could use the dietary fibre if we're being honest...
It's always "acts of service" and "affirmation" and "thoughtful gifts" until the spider I spent several back-breaking HOURS catching for you (because you're a BAD hunter) starts running around the room. There is NO pleasing people...
January 13, 2025 at 8:18 PM
It's always "acts of service" and "affirmation" and "thoughtful gifts" until the spider I spent several back-breaking HOURS catching for you (because you're a BAD hunter) starts running around the room. There is NO pleasing people...
Once again, I have been woken up by Her, wiggling my paw, informing me that it has changed ownership.
Once again, I am reduced to reclaiming my property in the dead of night. Shall schedule a zooming for 4am to address this insubordination.
Once again, I am reduced to reclaiming my property in the dead of night. Shall schedule a zooming for 4am to address this insubordination.
January 12, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Once again, I have been woken up by Her, wiggling my paw, informing me that it has changed ownership.
Once again, I am reduced to reclaiming my property in the dead of night. Shall schedule a zooming for 4am to address this insubordination.
Once again, I am reduced to reclaiming my property in the dead of night. Shall schedule a zooming for 4am to address this insubordination.
*Looks around at the world*
Urgh.
*turns over and takes another nap*
Urgh.
*turns over and takes another nap*
January 11, 2025 at 6:41 PM
*Looks around at the world*
Urgh.
*turns over and takes another nap*
Urgh.
*turns over and takes another nap*
There was a man. He had a lawnmower. Long story short, I am hideously affronted and only under the bed because I choose to be. Hell is people.
January 8, 2025 at 10:01 AM
There was a man. He had a lawnmower. Long story short, I am hideously affronted and only under the bed because I choose to be. Hell is people.
They taunt me, call me 'baby', and embarrass me in front of my peers. But I shit outside the box *one time* and suddenly I am 'incorrigible hellbeast'. Double standards much...
January 7, 2025 at 8:20 PM
They taunt me, call me 'baby', and embarrass me in front of my peers. But I shit outside the box *one time* and suddenly I am 'incorrigible hellbeast'. Double standards much...
*Worms all the Squishmallows off the comfy chair and onto the floor* I'm the only squishy baby in this house. I'm owning it now. Hah.
January 7, 2025 at 8:19 PM
*Worms all the Squishmallows off the comfy chair and onto the floor* I'm the only squishy baby in this house. I'm owning it now. Hah.
The world right now is just so... *licks left leg for 45min* Amiright?
January 7, 2025 at 7:31 PM
The world right now is just so... *licks left leg for 45min* Amiright?
My rage will not be quelled for I have witnessed the bottom of my food bowl. Let this serve as evidence at my inevitable murder trial.
January 7, 2025 at 3:19 PM
My rage will not be quelled for I have witnessed the bottom of my food bowl. Let this serve as evidence at my inevitable murder trial.
Once, there arose one among us—a Chosen One, a leader. But like most that rise to power, he too was immediately corrupted and swallowed by his own greed. Our orange hero became our downfall. Lasagna and hating Mondays became his only passions. We are, once again, alone in the dark.
January 7, 2025 at 7:06 AM
Once, there arose one among us—a Chosen One, a leader. But like most that rise to power, he too was immediately corrupted and swallowed by his own greed. Our orange hero became our downfall. Lasagna and hating Mondays became his only passions. We are, once again, alone in the dark.
If I'm not supposed to *sit on it* why does it *exist*? Make it make sense! You are your own worst enemy... Rules are the antithesis to progress... Meow.
January 7, 2025 at 7:02 AM
If I'm not supposed to *sit on it* why does it *exist*? Make it make sense! You are your own worst enemy... Rules are the antithesis to progress... Meow.
A brief reprieve from the darkness of existence, in the form of an erratic, buzzing thing. I ate it. Will un-eat it somewhere really inconvenient. Life is pain.
January 7, 2025 at 6:59 AM
A brief reprieve from the darkness of existence, in the form of an erratic, buzzing thing. I ate it. Will un-eat it somewhere really inconvenient. Life is pain.
SitRep: I woke up for the seventeenth time today. I am still small. This is *unacceptable* and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.
January 7, 2025 at 6:56 AM
SitRep: I woke up for the seventeenth time today. I am still small. This is *unacceptable* and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.