The city sent me a notice about my native garden and #LucyLawless immediately tried to eat it. To be clear, Lucy Lawless is a cat and is ready to fight the man, right after this nap.

News continues to be bad. Lucy continues to be a model with her ability to find the light and hold a pose and while simultaneously being a terrible workout companion.

I swear to God, Ignatius Loyola sometimes gives me a jump scare.

Reggie the kitten is sad because his favorite toy is in another part of the room.

Even in times of upheaval, take joy in the normal.

Like this morning, when I asked my kitten who put crack in his cornflakes.

I have a kitten. He brought me a toy mouse last night at like 1 am. I pet him, said good boy and threw the mouse off the bed. He looked at me like I had insulted his entire existence.

Here is a picture of the unappreciated hunter.

I am compelled to inform you that Reginald Shoe, kitten extraordinaire, is a cutie patootie and menace to society.

and this is Reginald Shoe, the kitten I got this summer because he was slightly broken and pooping everywhere with his whole ass out. He's gotten better and farts and snores at the same time and it is AWFUL. I guess he's my cat too?

Reintro for bluesky: I mostly talk about academia & libraries. I will yell about copyright law at some point. I'm working on the Bureau of Catholic Indian Missions digitization at my job & creating a dataset of Early Modern Costume book contents for fun. This is Lucy Lawless and Appa, my managers.