PM Bennett
@pmbennett.bsky.social
I'm a cat rescuer and wrangler, writer and editor, and source of many terrible jokes and puns.
It's way too late now, but once upon a time I came up with the greatest buddy cop movie idea ever. I should have been a producer. Y'all know this would have rocked!
June 2, 2025 at 2:41 PM
It's way too late now, but once upon a time I came up with the greatest buddy cop movie idea ever. I should have been a producer. Y'all know this would have rocked!
I figured out what happened to that awful Caillou kid when he grew up.
May 10, 2025 at 3:29 PM
I figured out what happened to that awful Caillou kid when he grew up.
Artemis posing in the sunlight for #caturday. #catsofbluesky
April 12, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Artemis posing in the sunlight for #caturday. #catsofbluesky
On the 12th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Hey, Dad? You want to have a catch?"
April 8, 2025 at 2:37 AM
On the 12th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Hey, Dad? You want to have a catch?"
On the 11th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "If you build it, he will come. Go the distance. Ease his pain."
April 7, 2025 at 11:38 AM
On the 11th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "If you build it, he will come. Go the distance. Ease his pain."
On the 10th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're gonna lose!"
April 6, 2025 at 12:56 AM
On the 10th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're gonna lose!"
I wake up to cat love every morning. Aramis rested his nose on my nose so long I was able to get this picture. Happy #caturday! #catsofbluesky
April 5, 2025 at 4:35 PM
I wake up to cat love every morning. Aramis rested his nose on my nose so long I was able to get this picture. Happy #caturday! #catsofbluesky
On the ninth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're killing me, Smalls!"
April 4, 2025 at 10:51 AM
On the ninth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're killing me, Smalls!"
On the eighth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical."
April 3, 2025 at 11:52 AM
On the eighth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical."
On the 7th day of baseball, my true love said to me,“Take me out to the ball game. Take me out with the crowd.”
April 2, 2025 at 1:14 PM
On the 7th day of baseball, my true love said to me,“Take me out to the ball game. Take me out with the crowd.”
On the 6th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
April 2, 2025 at 12:55 AM
On the 6th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
On the fifth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Juuuust a bit outside!"
March 31, 2025 at 12:19 PM
On the fifth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Juuuust a bit outside!"
On the 4th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Relax, all right? Don't try to strike everybody out. Strikeouts are boring! Besides that, they're fascist."
March 30, 2025 at 10:43 AM
On the 4th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Relax, all right? Don't try to strike everybody out. Strikeouts are boring! Besides that, they're fascist."
My 10-month-old foster kitten Emma gave me good shoulder cuddles to wake me up this morning. #caturday #catsofbluesky
March 29, 2025 at 3:38 PM
My 10-month-old foster kitten Emma gave me good shoulder cuddles to wake me up this morning. #caturday #catsofbluesky
On the third day of baseball, my true love said to me, "America has rolled by... It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past... It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again."
March 29, 2025 at 1:06 PM
On the third day of baseball, my true love said to me, "America has rolled by... It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past... It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again."
On the second day of baseball, my true love said to me, "This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains."
March 28, 2025 at 4:01 PM
On the second day of baseball, my true love said to me, "This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains."
On the first day of baseball, my true love said to me, "There's no crying in baseball!"
March 28, 2025 at 4:01 PM
On the first day of baseball, my true love said to me, "There's no crying in baseball!"
I should my own version of some friends last year.
March 8, 2025 at 12:05 AM
I should my own version of some friends last year.
