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keatsthepuzzlecat.bsky.social
Keats
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<possible spoilers for all games>
(He chirps, turns around, and fades into a shadow on the wall)
November 28, 2025 at 3:02 AM
(Keats squints at them all)

<I’ll come back later. It’s clear I’m not being appreciated like I thought I was.>

<give a shout if you want me. Or just think it.>

(The cat tilts his head)

<I didn’t think red-glasses would be the only one to sense me. You and the dog have grown odd.>
November 28, 2025 at 3:01 AM
[I GUESS ITS BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD!]

<you all just don’t know anything! You don’t see beyond the veil.>

(He swipes a paw down at Luke, but his claws aren’t extended)

<you’re little. You weren’t supposed to come here. You’re not one of my toys.>
November 28, 2025 at 2:40 AM
(Keats hisses and melts into the floor before reappearing atop the fridge)

<you’re all broken! But see if I care to fix you when you treat me like this!

Cursed or broken, all of you! You should blame the ones who hold your strings, I’ve done nothing!>
November 28, 2025 at 2:36 AM
<it’s not my fault that the dog broke him! Bad dog, breaking all my toys!>
November 28, 2025 at 2:27 AM
<I know want! I know everything! I’m inside your mind, I know what you are down to your synapses!>

(The cat seems to be throwing a fit now)

<you want my help, you summon me, and then when I try, you demand I stop!>

(Keats meows loudly and stomps his paws)
November 28, 2025 at 2:08 AM
<you asked! I do what you ask and you hate me!>

(His tail lashes)
November 28, 2025 at 1:46 AM
<he wanted the journey to not end. He wanted to stay in the life he made for himself, and so I granted that. The journey cannot end without the others. If all is stationary, no one is moving on.>

(He moves behind Teddy’s legs)

<why are you all so upset when I do what you want?>
November 28, 2025 at 1:28 AM
<is anything anyone’s fault?>
November 28, 2025 at 12:59 AM
(Keats tilts his head)

<Why? You want their journey to continue? For him to experience what you and yours did?>

<did none of you ever wish that one time could stay as it were forever? The cats paw only curls when a request is made.>
November 28, 2025 at 12:57 AM
<why the looong faces?>

(Keats jumps from Desmond’s arms and brushes against Teddy’s legs)

<you all wanted me here, no?>
November 28, 2025 at 12:27 AM
<it’s no fun if you’re gone. The bubble might pop! So I’ve had you mellowed out when others aren’t around. Wouldn’t want you popping the bubble, then I’d have to bring you back.>
November 28, 2025 at 12:20 AM
<I’ve well enough kept you alive for all this time. You’re well.>
November 28, 2025 at 12:09 AM
(Keats trills)

<well they’re not really anything, at the moment. Does something exist when you aren’t looking?>

<and red-glasses is alright. It’s all fun it’s all right. He’s alone but he’s been given enough to live. Not dead, yes?>
November 27, 2025 at 11:46 PM
<not quite, Blue.>

<we’re in the bubble. I have put the ones that are meant to be friends in this thread in a pocket, then tangled the thread. You’re from a different thread, and hopped along.>

<makes sense?>
November 27, 2025 at 11:05 PM
(He tilts his head)

<they’re fine. I put them in a pocket.>

<I’m having fun! Fun ! Don’t you like fun?>

<and besides, it’s the puppeteers.>
November 27, 2025 at 10:39 PM
<I’ve placed you in a bubble! The thread of this string is teased all up in a knot so time doesn’t know quite where it’s going!>

<so for now, everything is stationary. Everyone moves just the same, but no real time is passing. It’s been the same season for ages, no?>
November 27, 2025 at 10:29 PM
(He baps Hershel’s hand with his paw and his tail flicks)

<the cat’s cradle! The dog is upset that I like having fun, because it doesn’t understand what it’s like being me.>

<it doesn’t like that I’ve blown a bubble around this one little thread to keep you all in place without consequence.>
November 27, 2025 at 9:48 PM
<before I wasn’t speaking speaking. Now I am.>

(Keats purrs like a motorboats)

<I didn’t have to speak before I made a mess. No reason to.>

<and besides, how would anyone explain the talking cat?>
November 27, 2025 at 8:28 PM
<hello, kittens. Hello, top-hat. All is well? The dog is not happy with my appearance.>

[HELLO, SUNSHINE!]

(He seems perfectly content in Desmond’s arm, beginning to purr)

<not happy about the cradle. Your dog is too serious, no fun! No fun!>
November 27, 2025 at 7:50 PM
<yes, yes. The dog is not happy with me.>

<the antibodies don’t care whether or not an infected cell asked to be there.>
November 27, 2025 at 6:24 PM
<Bad dog!>

(Keats’ fur bristles)

<Don’t bite! You don’t know how long it would take to regrow my spine again!>

(He hisses)

[STICK A FORK IN IT- THAT PUZZLE’S DONE!]
November 27, 2025 at 5:47 PM
<the cats are in the cradle, friend! Friend! I’ve just put them somewhere else, for now.>

<we’re all blowing bubbles at the moment. Once it pops, all will be as it used to be. No harm, no foul.>

(He noses at Desmond’s cheek)

<unwell? Sick? You noticed the watching of the void.>
November 27, 2025 at 5:19 PM
<hello, hello! Hello, sunshine. It has been a while, no?>

<it depends. Perhaps and perhaps not. Yes and no, no and yes. Hello!>

<and it’s not spying if one can see everything. This wasn’t very private, I was waiting.>

<I didn’t mean to startle, I thought you could feel me watching.>
November 27, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Mrrrrrp?

(The cat materializes on Desmond’s shoulders, perching)

<It’s rude to talk about someone that can hear you.>
November 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM