I gave my lunatic cat son the greatest gift you can give his kind
#catsofbluesky

A message from my pharmacy that my insurance will only pay for a certain amount of my medication, beta blockers, a treatment that has kept me from feeling like my heart is beating out of my chest like the fucking Koolaid Man “regardless of what the directions are.”

If I’d been added to the group chat I would have simply posted the look on my cat son’s face when I pull out a camera and maybe everything could have gone a better way

These cats o’ mine- Loretta avec cute container demonstrating the “if she fits she sits theory, Vlad avec cat dad mid NYT crossword 🩵

Ah man, the scammers are here, the scammers are here

Vlad has got a bone to pick with you people. You might want to sit down. This is gonna take a while.

Jesus

AB7 Los Angeles being the only news outlet to call the Nazis protesting the Anne Frank what they are, Nazis, is wild

Repost with a banger picture of your cat.

I found an already oxidizing Cyber Truck in the wild of Seattle today. It was ALL over the dorky refrigerator, too. What you can’t see is him noticing my phone, then giving me what the Romans called an “digitus impudicus” through his darkened window. Goodness!

I’m certainly not saying Twitter was ever like that big mansion in the sky; it had Nazis, Andy Ngo, and a distressingly loud MRA ecosystem, but anti fascist researchers weren’t getting the ax because Ngo tattled to Musk. Anyway, here’s my darling Loretta.
Lemme see your cats!

A timeline cleanse if ever there was one. Vlad is convinced I can’t see him when he’s in there, and he’ll suddenly ATTACK by swatting me on the rear and as I walk by. Then he gets smooched.
It’s a never ending cycle.

I’m really glad to be here and love how all the favorite voices of Ye Olde Twitter are here.

‘Maybe ‘cause you are, as we say in Latin, a Dorkus Malorkus

Oh! Wumpus! I have a saucer eyed boy named Vlad that looks very much like this bebe 🖤

Opening X right now is wild. One conservative account lamenting today is like the day after 9/11, and Stew Peters is Stew Petering out Turner Diaries style. If you don't know about "the day of the rope," count yourself lucky. If you do, let me give you "The Day Of The Cope '