a feral Kat
@sarkatsha.bsky.social
Local cryptid, creative and strange.
Takes too many showers, thus doesn’t have mange.
Takes too many showers, thus doesn’t have mange.
Organizing the garage. Old empty silverware boxes turn up in thrift stores all the time, just sayin.
March 26, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Organizing the garage. Old empty silverware boxes turn up in thrift stores all the time, just sayin.
Petey’s ashes are home. May there be no more pick ups of this nature for a good long while, cat or human.
March 21, 2025 at 7:44 PM
Petey’s ashes are home. May there be no more pick ups of this nature for a good long while, cat or human.
Love my ridiculous Kwen.
March 19, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Love my ridiculous Kwen.
The two remaining cats, that didn’t pay much mind to Petey, are being very clingy with each other and with me. Kinda why I’m awake after 2am..
Crappy dream woke me, but these two are going back n forth between milling about on the bed and cuddling. I haven’t the heart to oust them.
Crappy dream woke me, but these two are going back n forth between milling about on the bed and cuddling. I haven’t the heart to oust them.
March 11, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The two remaining cats, that didn’t pay much mind to Petey, are being very clingy with each other and with me. Kinda why I’m awake after 2am..
Crappy dream woke me, but these two are going back n forth between milling about on the bed and cuddling. I haven’t the heart to oust them.
Crappy dream woke me, but these two are going back n forth between milling about on the bed and cuddling. I haven’t the heart to oust them.
Petey, my little black cat of eighteen years, passed in his sleep Saturday morning. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. The absolute sweetest ever.
It was obvious his time was nearing, but one is never really ready. I will miss my pretty baby more than there are words for.
It was obvious his time was nearing, but one is never really ready. I will miss my pretty baby more than there are words for.
March 10, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Petey, my little black cat of eighteen years, passed in his sleep Saturday morning. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. The absolute sweetest ever.
It was obvious his time was nearing, but one is never really ready. I will miss my pretty baby more than there are words for.
It was obvious his time was nearing, but one is never really ready. I will miss my pretty baby more than there are words for.
Willie and Miss Lily Wingsworth. Good for wishes but don’t insult her casseroles or you get curses. (Cute scrap using project!)
March 7, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Willie and Miss Lily Wingsworth. Good for wishes but don’t insult her casseroles or you get curses. (Cute scrap using project!)
Anybody know why my pix won’t show up? I’m not really seeing where to go for settings or issues. It worked before but I’m kinda stumped here.
March 6, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Anybody know why my pix won’t show up? I’m not really seeing where to go for settings or issues. It worked before but I’m kinda stumped here.
Bag made of scraps! Let’s see if it posts the pic this time. 🙃
March 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Bag made of scraps! Let’s see if it posts the pic this time. 🙃
Made a bag yesterday to use up scraps.
March 5, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Made a bag yesterday to use up scraps.
Volcano feels. Who’s brewing?
March 4, 2025 at 1:10 AM
Volcano feels. Who’s brewing?
Final weekend at Brevard Renaissance Fair starts tomorrow. Gonna revisit my fit from Viking Weekend since the weather is looking good for it.
February 21, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Final weekend at Brevard Renaissance Fair starts tomorrow. Gonna revisit my fit from Viking Weekend since the weather is looking good for it.
Scared kid on cruise, “What if the ship sinks?”
“That won’t happen to us, don’t worry.”
Wondering if kids on the Titanic heard the same, “But what if it did?”
“It won’t.”
Lost for what to do through panic, with only echos of skills forsaken for words of comfort hubris, “Are we in the same boat?”
“That won’t happen to us, don’t worry.”
Wondering if kids on the Titanic heard the same, “But what if it did?”
“It won’t.”
Lost for what to do through panic, with only echos of skills forsaken for words of comfort hubris, “Are we in the same boat?”
February 21, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Scared kid on cruise, “What if the ship sinks?”
“That won’t happen to us, don’t worry.”
Wondering if kids on the Titanic heard the same, “But what if it did?”
“It won’t.”
Lost for what to do through panic, with only echos of skills forsaken for words of comfort hubris, “Are we in the same boat?”
“That won’t happen to us, don’t worry.”
Wondering if kids on the Titanic heard the same, “But what if it did?”
“It won’t.”
Lost for what to do through panic, with only echos of skills forsaken for words of comfort hubris, “Are we in the same boat?”
There was a bunny in Stumphenge today!
February 20, 2025 at 11:34 PM
There was a bunny in Stumphenge today!
I can’t deal with these two.
February 13, 2025 at 7:36 PM
I can’t deal with these two.
That survival mode itch to cancel the yard guy so there will be weeds to eat later.
For real though, it feels like it’s time to take the Florida foraging book out and be ready with salad alternatives. Finding non-sprayed areas will be the butt though.
For real though, it feels like it’s time to take the Florida foraging book out and be ready with salad alternatives. Finding non-sprayed areas will be the butt though.
February 5, 2025 at 2:20 PM
That survival mode itch to cancel the yard guy so there will be weeds to eat later.
For real though, it feels like it’s time to take the Florida foraging book out and be ready with salad alternatives. Finding non-sprayed areas will be the butt though.
For real though, it feels like it’s time to take the Florida foraging book out and be ready with salad alternatives. Finding non-sprayed areas will be the butt though.
Tired as I am and bleak as things feel, what emptiness is threatening is being filled with curious determination. It’s like a gathering, unable to yet be used. That’s as best as I can describe. It makes me want to tell friends to hold on. If nails and skin fail, hold on with your very bones.
February 4, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Tired as I am and bleak as things feel, what emptiness is threatening is being filled with curious determination. It’s like a gathering, unable to yet be used. That’s as best as I can describe. It makes me want to tell friends to hold on. If nails and skin fail, hold on with your very bones.
I don’t know what to say about much currently but one thing is very clear. Fresh grief over my Dad alongside the chaos in this country is beyond suffocating. If not for friends and previously planned renfair season as pockets of air, I just don’t know.. I am so tired though. Fatigue is catching up.
February 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
I don’t know what to say about much currently but one thing is very clear. Fresh grief over my Dad alongside the chaos in this country is beyond suffocating. If not for friends and previously planned renfair season as pockets of air, I just don’t know.. I am so tired though. Fatigue is catching up.
Sunset on Monday, he took his last. The final hour, just me and Dad.
January 16, 2025 at 8:58 PM
Sunset on Monday, he took his last. The final hour, just me and Dad.
Not in the habit of xposting from FB as I’m wordy & this platform can’t deal.
Short of it: Dad fell Monday, in hospital w brain bleed, originally went in with skyrocket blood sugar. Airlifted. Yesterday, surprisingly better but we’re not out of the woods. Yes, he’s quite old. Nope, not ready.
Short of it: Dad fell Monday, in hospital w brain bleed, originally went in with skyrocket blood sugar. Airlifted. Yesterday, surprisingly better but we’re not out of the woods. Yes, he’s quite old. Nope, not ready.
January 8, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Not in the habit of xposting from FB as I’m wordy & this platform can’t deal.
Short of it: Dad fell Monday, in hospital w brain bleed, originally went in with skyrocket blood sugar. Airlifted. Yesterday, surprisingly better but we’re not out of the woods. Yes, he’s quite old. Nope, not ready.
Short of it: Dad fell Monday, in hospital w brain bleed, originally went in with skyrocket blood sugar. Airlifted. Yesterday, surprisingly better but we’re not out of the woods. Yes, he’s quite old. Nope, not ready.
Hide your mead. Hide your stout. Mari Lwyd s’ready for a cold night out.
December 6, 2024 at 4:08 PM
Hide your mead. Hide your stout. Mari Lwyd s’ready for a cold night out.
Omg it’s working. Now if I could just find the big box of embroidery thread, I could get the sheet on it.
December 5, 2024 at 5:11 PM
Omg it’s working. Now if I could just find the big box of embroidery thread, I could get the sheet on it.
First timer at paper mache. Making a horse skull for the holiday. It’s the only way I have to get into parties. ;)
December 5, 2024 at 3:00 PM
First timer at paper mache. Making a horse skull for the holiday. It’s the only way I have to get into parties. ;)
These babies. It’s Kwen’s first tree experience and possibly Petey’s last, but who knows, he may outlive us all.
November 21, 2024 at 10:25 PM
These babies. It’s Kwen’s first tree experience and possibly Petey’s last, but who knows, he may outlive us all.
Got to fire up Stumphenge for the season! Good conversation about all the crap going on. Carried the vibe of necessary planning and networking.
November 17, 2024 at 2:56 AM
Got to fire up Stumphenge for the season! Good conversation about all the crap going on. Carried the vibe of necessary planning and networking.
Dinner was black licorice and a tin of smoked oysters, chased with cold black coffee. In case ye forgot who yer dealin’ with.
November 12, 2024 at 10:33 PM
Dinner was black licorice and a tin of smoked oysters, chased with cold black coffee. In case ye forgot who yer dealin’ with.