TomCat o' Nine Lives
@tomcato9lives.bsky.social
46, M, PNW. Solopoly sub-leaning switch. Already owned. Marine veteran. Eagle Scout. My name is a triple compound recursive pun.
It isn't as if we don't have plenty of other examples.
November 3, 2025 at 10:34 PM
It isn't as if we don't have plenty of other examples.
As somebody who lived in the Bay Area before Seattle...
May 14, 2025 at 4:19 AM
As somebody who lived in the Bay Area before Seattle...
How my last online dating match ended. 😑
May 14, 2025 at 3:59 AM
How my last online dating match ended. 😑
If you can find a "Mystery" hat, that would be my suggestion. A somewhat dated visual reference, but memorable.
March 18, 2025 at 11:06 PM
If you can find a "Mystery" hat, that would be my suggestion. A somewhat dated visual reference, but memorable.
Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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March 15, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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March 15, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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March 15, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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March 15, 2025 at 3:13 AM
Just me writing some smut I may publish. (mc fd mm) (CW: forced bi)
© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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© 2025, TomCat o' Nine Lives
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It's been two years. Each of those years, this day, the sky has seemed almost too clear for the time of year. Clear enough to let me reflect on how much time and distance separated us once, and now, forever.
Things have filled in that space. But you're still always missing from it somehow.
Things have filled in that space. But you're still always missing from it somehow.
December 11, 2024 at 12:14 AM
It's been two years. Each of those years, this day, the sky has seemed almost too clear for the time of year. Clear enough to let me reflect on how much time and distance separated us once, and now, forever.
Things have filled in that space. But you're still always missing from it somehow.
Things have filled in that space. But you're still always missing from it somehow.
