Katherine FitzHywel
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Katherine FitzHywel
@bunnitos.bsky.social
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Some sort of person. Living in limbo.

Profile picture is me with Kroshka, who was taken interstate. 😿 Banner picture is Koré, who is gone. 😿
Magic mountain starscape above with dawn rising.
November 14, 2025 at 7:33 PM
I miss my Krosh so much. 😿
November 4, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Kitten defies supermassive black hole. More news at 11:51.
September 20, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Possibly the eternal winter of Narnia
September 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Winter
September 20, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Wintery
September 20, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Wintery
September 20, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Wintery
September 20, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Melbourne has decided it's winter again.
September 20, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Blurry blood moon with a halo.
September 8, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Blood moon on high.
September 8, 2025 at 4:05 AM
Blood Moon Eclipse last night / this morning.
September 8, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Found on the way to the train station. Hoping it's a good omen. 🍀
September 3, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Even the lights through the trees look like eyes now.
August 27, 2025 at 2:19 PM
You!
August 27, 2025 at 2:16 PM
See
August 27, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Eyes
August 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM
I found some eye stickers in a swap box, and now the world is not safe.
August 27, 2025 at 2:07 PM
Requires all the nightlights even though the night is fading into dawn.
August 24, 2025 at 8:03 PM
I am enjoying my fake night sky. There are a bunch of different slides to insert, and they spin around slowly on the roof (or wherever you point them). It's a weird mix of old and new tech.
August 8, 2025 at 3:30 PM
The galaxy indoors.
July 30, 2025 at 6:42 PM
😿
July 29, 2025 at 2:04 PM
The last few nights the waxing moon has been a yellow cat's eye in the sky. The yellow colour and the whispy fur of the clouds doesn't come through in the photos but it feels so much like Kroshka's eye, watching me.
July 6, 2025 at 4:37 PM
This has been the worst year for me in a series of bad years. Not as dramatic as others, but every day has been hard. The cumulative pain, trauma, doom, whatever you want to call it, has been too much. I'm not sure where the limit of my tolerance, patience, restraint, coping... is, but it's close.
July 5, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Increasingly surrounded by plushies like it's the 80s. This one is good for squishing to my chest when the pressure is too much like he can chew his way in there. Alas, he cannot. I am stuck in the tar of care for Dad, doomscrolling, restraining myself from things I can't resolve, achieving nothing.
July 4, 2025 at 4:15 AM