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Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)
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Cat herder. Old lady. Nerd. Be who you are and let others do the same. Everything isn't about what you want, and louder doesn't equal right-er. The best good deeds are the ones performed with no reward but the knowledge that you helped.
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Baby Stephanie, six months old, dumped in the woods behind my garage. I took out some trash, returned with an Insane Oreo Gremlin. Hard to believe it's been a whole year. Harder to believe that my house and my sanity are still (largely) intact!
A six month old mask and mantle tuxedo kitten who would be named Stephanie, and become sTuffin. I took out some trash, and heard her crying in the woods, so I called, and she came running. My other cats were all feral and semi-feral adults, an established colony, and would *not* have appreciated a small interloper invading their garage, and she had no thick winter fur anyway, so I took her in the house. What else could I do? She was well-socialized, and knew what a litterbox was for, so she'd been living indoors somewhere. I think she was just too destructive, and got dumped (God knows she destroyed enough stuff in my house!). I hadn't had a kitten in 30 years, and she was a handful and a half, but we figured it out, and while she's definitely still an adventure every day, I'm glad I decided to take out the trash that night, even though I was already late getting to bed, and had almost left it until morning.
December 11, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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Beans? That was one of the reasons I chose her. Strike One: common tabby. Strike Two: hissy and swat-y. Strike Three: RBF. I saw her picture, read her description, and thought, "Who on earth is going to want that cat?" but I knew the answer. Me. May I present...Beans' shelter photo. 🤣
An angry-looking Beans is scrunched down in front of a red backdrop with little white somethings on the top. A sheer ribbon with bells or balls on it is placed in front of her. A very good attempt has clearly been made to make her look as adoptable as possible, but Beans (then called Juniper) was not playing Nice Shelter Lady's game at all. She's got her bitch face on, and she looks like she means it. They were wonderful to her at the shelter, but that life was just not for her. She belonged with me.
December 7, 2025 at 11:44 PM
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Mum says they love her best they can an that's OK. She says if they got food an warm an safe, they don't want nothin else. Me an Beans talk to them when we're in our catio an they mostly say Mum ain't too bad. Andy likes her an me an Beans love her a lot so she ain't lonly. This is them. --sTuffin🐾
Six cats are eating from bowls on the concrete floor of a garage. Collectively, they're called The Herd. Five are boys, and the smallest is a dilute tortie girl named Miki who rules them all. Andy and Backpack are bicolour tabbies, George of Orange is...well, orange, and the two tuxedoes are Big Steve and Stevie Cookie. They're bonded, and both named Steve because I initially thought I was feeding a tuxedo cat who looked like a Steve. Turned out that one would stand guard while the other ate. Big Steve is the brains of the outfit, and Stevie Cookie just does whatever his brother says. Sweet, but really dense. 😸
December 7, 2025 at 10:03 PM
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We're bein share-y. ♥️
Beans the tabby cat and Stephanie the tuxedo cat are lying together on a fuzzy blue blanket, folded atop a quilted white bedspread. Beans is in side-loaf formation, facing the camera, and (predictably) Stephanie is flopped over with her cat arms stuck out and her head hanging off the side. This is Beanie's favourite spot to sleep during the day--she's actually the reason I fold the blanket and leave it there--but Stephanie was there earlier this morning, so I'll assume she moved over to make room for Beans. Grudgingly moved, but moved. They get along well, but Stephanie can be a little dramatic. Beans just wants her fuzzy blanket; Stephanie wants to make a point. 😸
December 7, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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Outside temperature: 24f (-5C). Garage temperature? 24F? No. 40F? (4C)? No. 60F (16C)? Yes. Number of cat beds? 1? No. 5? No. 11? Yes. Contents of one small bed they've knocked off the shelf? Three skinny cats with thin fur and little insulation? No. The three chonkiest garage kitties I have? Yes.
Stevie Cookie the tuxedo cat, and Backpack and Andy, both tabby and white; all three jammed into one small cat bed that comfortably accommodates one fat cat. It's not at all cold in the garage, and there are lots of other beds of varying sizes, but for reasons know only to them, they've mashed themselves into a very compact cat pile in that one because cat.
December 3, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Humans just don't unnerstan how 'portant kitties are! An also I gotta make sure Mum don't make my place flat. When she ain't inna bed, I sleep where her butt goes cause there's a dippy bit the same size as me if she don't smack it all flat. She folds up the fuzzy blanket for Beans' bed. --sTuffin 🐾
Beans the tabby cat and Stephanie the tuxedo cat are curled up, asleep on a bed covered by a white bedspread with lavender flowers. Beans is atop a folded fuzzy blue blanket that I leave there for her every morning, and Stephanie is in the divot left by my arse if I don't fluff the mattress pad...because Stephanie. 😸
November 29, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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You know that feeling when you've been lying in one position for too long and just *have* to move your legs?
Beans the tabby cat and Stephanie the tuxedo cat are comfortably ensconced on the bed, upon the fuzzy blue blanket-covered legs of their human, who is too hot with the blanket atop the regular bedclothes (keeps Stephanie's claws from damaging the bedspread) and *really* wants to move her legs. I can slide my hands under Stephanie and get out from beneath her without disturbing her much, but Beans is still learning that I make a good sleeping platform, and that would scare her. I eventually fell asleep, and at some point during the night, they got up, then Beans came back and tucked herself behind my knees while I was lying on my side, so again, I couldn't move. I gave up and hit the button that runs the "I'm awake" automation, turning on various lights and adjusting the heat, which Beans knows means it's time for breakfast. That got her moving! Unfortunately, it meant I also had to get moving. 😸
November 29, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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Mm. Comfy box edge. (??)
Beans the tabby cat is loafing in her favourite corrugated scritchie box on a beige rug. Her nose is in a corner, and her face is "pillowed" on the edge of the box. She has plenty of softer and warmer places to sleep, but I think she likes it there because she's strategically placed such that I can't get in or out of the house without waking her up. Then we have to do the routine where she wails for pets, lets me give her exactly one per step as she walks away and I follow her to the kitchen. The kitchen is her scritchie place; she'll make a couple of trips around (it's not that big), and once she's found the least convenient place for me to bend over, she'll flop onto her side and give me her best, "I know you will" look until i give her scritchies. Could she just come and sit beside me on the couch for pets? Yes, and she very occasionally does, but she'd really rather I was uncomfortable. 😸
November 19, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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Normal cat: I'll just curl up here in this nice, fluffy bed, or perhaps over there in a quiet corner, or even on the comfy couch.

Stephanie: I'm tired. *flop*
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is flopped over on her side on a carpeted floor. While most cats choose a quiet, comfy spot to nap, Stephanie is as likely as not to just stop somewhere random, flop over on her side, and go to sleep. Here, she has cleverly placed herself in such a position that I can't leave the living room without her knowledge. She's not very food-motivated, but she is nosy as hell and doesn't want to miss anything. 😸
November 17, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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Cats With Jobs: George of Orange, dishwasher.
A poorly-lit photo of an orange cat sitting on a concrete patio, surrounded by three nearly empty dishes. Two white, and one beige. White dishes are for the boys, because I have more of both, and beige for the girls. George showed up late for kitty supper, so he got his own, plus the not insignificant amounts that Andy and Big Steve didn't finish. Dishwasher might not be seen as a glamourous job, but Georgie likes it just fine. 😸
November 15, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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Stephanie: Mum, look--I gotta bug for you!

Me: Wonderful. Arilus cristatus, common name wheel bug, one of the largest assassin bugs in North America. Not venomous, but bites are very painful and slow to heal. Thank you, Stephanie, for the lovely gift.
A 1.5" (3.8cm) grey assassin bug with a cog-like structure on its dorsal side lays in the palm of my hand. Unfortunately, it was deceased before I got it away from Stephanie, or I'd have released it; I like wheel bugs. It's warm tonight, so she must have caught it in their catio. She usually brings beetles, crickets, and the occasional moth; this is the first time she's brought anything that could have actually hurt her. Wheel bugs are pretty chill and don't bite (actually, they stab) unless you ignore their warnings, or handle them roughly, both of which I'm sure Stephanie did. Fortunately, she didn't get bitten, but I'll be quite content if she never finds another one. Stephanie has the dangerous combination of intense curiosity and no fear. 😄
November 14, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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Hey, get up so Mum can get somma them mlassus cookies. I wanna smell them again.
Again on the world's second ugliest couch that just won't die, Beans the tabby cat is lying on a fuzzy blue blanket that covers the legs of her human. Unlike the first time, though, she wasn't nervous. She's rolled over on her back with her head almost upside down, and she let me pet her head, her sides, her feet, and even her belly! While she's learning that I won't handle her roughly or make sudden moves, I don't get up until she does, and let me tell you, this cat can nap! Stephanie stopped by to stick her nose in Beans' ear (I don't know why she does that) and lick her cheek. Beans is starting to show more personality now, and when I was eating Cheetos--all I could reach without moving her--I let her sniff one, thinking maybe she collects smells like Stephanie. She does not. She sniffed it, licked it, and took it so she could lick all the cheese off of it. Note to self: don't eat unhealthy stuff when Beans is on you because she collects more than smells. Beans has been here for ten months, and it's taken self-restraint to let her come to me on her own terms, but she's making great progress, and definitely has lap cat potential. I'm happy about that because she's soooo soft and poofy. Not bad for the hissy, swat-y little cat with RBF that the shelter staff despaired of ever finding a home. Great job, Beanie-baby!
November 12, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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I'm the Asane Oreo Gremlin!
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is inside a pink cubicle bin, photographed from the top view. Her head is tilted so far back that only the underside is visible. Having hopped into her box, rolled around, discovered and attacked her own tail, popped up out of the box to attempt an ambush upon an unsuspecting Beans, she did this. Whatever this is.
November 11, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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Today I'm bein me. --sTuffin🐾
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is sitting inside a pink cubicle bin that has her name, hearts, and pawprints stenciled on it in purple paint (Princess Purple, to be precise). Only her head and neck are visible, and she's looking directly at the camera. Her eyes are dilated, and if you knew Stephanie, you'd know why I call this Crazy Eyes.
November 2, 2025 at 11:58 AM
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For the first time in her life, Beans slept on me! She was evicted from the pound because nobody wanted to stick their hand in her cage to feed her. I wore her down with patience, and today, I had to take a two-hour nap because no *way* was I going to disturb her. Brave little Beans. 🥰
On the world's second ugliest couch that just won't die, two cats are asleep on a fuzzy blue blanket that covers the legs of their human. In the foreground is Stephanie the tuxedo cat, but since the weather turned cool, she's more or less been a permanent fixture on me. In the background, however, is Beans the tabby, and that's a big deal. Beans went from Animal Control in a nearby town to a cat's-only shelter because the pound couldn't handle her. She hissed, growled, and swatted, and they suspected it was the constant barking of the dogs stressing her out. Once in the shelter, she calmed down a lot, but still hissed and swatted sometimes. That's exactly why I wanted her; Stephanie needed a friend so she'd stop trashing my house, and I wanted the least-adoptable cat; the one who needed extra love. I don't care if a cat hisses at me--they're just scared--but Beans never has. Once in the quiet of my house, she was much better. Still skittish, but that can be fixed with love and patience...and it has. Brave little Beans saw Stephanie getting pets and scritchies, and overcame her fear to get some for herself. I still won't push her, but it worked well for her this time, so she'll do it again when she's ready. Maybe she'll be a cuddly lap cat after all. Maybe not, but thats okay, too; she's my Beanie Baby either way. ♥️
November 1, 2025 at 11:41 PM
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Mum can sleep later. I got Play With Me Eyes! --sTuffin🐾
In the dim light of a bedside lamp, Stephanie the tuxedo cat peers out from beneath the white bed covers with the pupils of her eyes dilated. She usually goes up by my head, pushes her face against the blankets until I lift them and let her under to tunnel around like some kind of crazed ferret, then eventually, she stops by my lower legs and licks me, which is not at all conducive to sleep. This time, she tunneled the entire length of my body, then her little face popped out right in mine, and with big, black Crazy Eyes, so I knew sleep would have to wait. Once she's in nuclear fission mode, the only thing to do is let her burn herself out. If I evict her from the bedroom, she'll meow piteously, scratch the door, and reach her little white cat arms under it. That keeps me awake anyway, so I might as well let her play. Stephanie is Stephanie and she does what she does; I knew that a week after she got here.
October 28, 2025 at 11:31 AM
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Helpin Mum putta new thing in her caputer. Me an Beans hadda sniff it real good to make sure it was workin OK. An it is. Mum said it oney took two times as long with us helpin an I oney took one screw. That's pretty good, ain't it? --sTuffin🐾
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is carefully sniffing the insides of a laptop that's laying on a rug with its back panel off. Why am I doing this on the floor, you may ask? I began on the table, but she kept jumping up on the back of my chair, climbing my back, and trying to get on my lap to see what I was doing, and Beans was on the floor, meowing non-stop, so I gave up and let them check everything out thoroughly. Beans would have eventually left me alone, but once Stephanie is curious about something, you'd have to take it to another county to keep her away from it, so the path of least resistance is to just let her help. She ran off somewhere with one of the screws, but I had laptop screws that fit, so it worked out okay.
October 25, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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Mum says she wants her landry bins back cause now we got our own. I said maybe, but look--I'm bein Beans! --sTuffin🐾
Two bubblegum pink cubicle bins are sitting on a wood floor. The bin on the left is painted with purple hearts and pawprints, and the name "Stephanie" in a script font with a heart curlicue. The bin on the right is painted with turquoise hearts and pawprints, and the name "Beans" in the same script font. Peeping out from the top of the bin labeled "Beans" is the black and white head of a cat whose name is, in fact, not Beans, but rather Stephanie. She did get into her own after a few minutes, but of course, she had to be the first to try them both because Stephanie. I'm hoping this means that the bins I have in the bathroom for laundry will henceforth contain laundry, and not cats. We'll see how that goes.
October 19, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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Apparently so...
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is lying in one of the beds on a grey cat tree. In the background is an ugly Sansevieria that refuses to die. Stephanie's head is hanging over the edge as if she hasn't any bones in her neck, but she's fast asleep, so it must be comfortable.
October 16, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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Somebody please tell Mum she can put her laundrys somewheres else. This is a box an I am a cat. Boxes is for cats an that's it. I ain't gettin out. --sTuffin🐾
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is once again in one of the pink fabric cubes I use for laundry, and she's not leaving. I think I'll have to get some for her and Beans. Maybe she'll give mine back?
October 15, 2025 at 2:43 AM
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Mum broght me a new smell today. It's punkin pie, but I got kinda stuck in the bag when I was smellin. It's a good one, though; sweet an spice. The smell. Not the bag. But the bag is OK, too. Very crinkle-y. --sTuffin🐾
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is standing on a beige rug, on a wood floor. Photographed from above, she has her head stuck through the handle of a tan plastic grocery bag. Stephanie collects smells; no matter what it is, edible or not, she wants to smell it, and she seems pleased when she gets a smell she's never had before. I obviously don't let her smell dangerous things like spray paint, or mineral spirits, or epoxy, but anything safe for her is fair game. She never touches any of it; she just wants to collect the smell, and then off she goes to do...whatever it is that little Oreo gremlins do when Mum isn't watching too closely. She's an odd little thing, but very cute. ♥️
October 13, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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Hairy chicken, incubating his mason bee brood.
A bicolour brown tabby boy named Andy is asleep in a blue plastic container (actually a purpose-bought litter box) full of bundled mason bee tubes on my patio. Two small bee houses are in front of the container. Behind him is a lattice privacy screen with fake ivy wound through the lattice. With literally dozens of far more comfortable places to sleep, he has instead chosen to push the bundles of bee tubes into a makeshift bed. Because cat. The bees are outside so they'll know it's getting cooler, and around November, I'll soak the tubes and remove the cocoons for winter cold storage so they don't get eaten by hungry mice. In very early spring, I'll lay the cocoons out somewhere safe, and provide new tubes for the year's brood, and off my little bees will go to pollinate the earliest spring flowers.
October 11, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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Oh, Cookie. Andy went in the garage, and when he was most of the way through, Cookie stuck his head in the opening because he wanted out, but he forgot what he was supposed to do next, so he just sat there with his head in the door while George and Backpack looked on with concern.
Kind of dark picture of a tuxedo cat named Stevie Cookie with his head holding a white cat door open while Backpack the bicolour tabby and an orange cat named George sit outside the door, wondering what the hell he's trying to do. George is looking at the camera as if to say, "Are you seeing this?" Poor Cookie has room in his head for only three things--currently, food, love other cats, and go into the garage through the cat door--so when he learned to go in, he had to forget he used to know how to go out. He'd have stayed there for an hour had I not gone over and opened the big door for him. 😄
October 7, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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I'm bein laundry.
Stephanie the tuxedo cat is inside one of the little pinkish fabric bins that I have in the bathroom for dirty laundry. Her pupils are dilated because it's her usual morning crazy time. The bin is otherwise empty because I just did laundry, and why she's in there, I don't know, but I probably shouldn't wash her.
October 6, 2025 at 11:55 AM
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Big, black Crazy Eyes. They're up to something...
Stephanie the tuxedo cat and Beans the tabby cat are lying in a scratcher box and on the beige rug, respectively. Both are looking at the camera, and both have the dilated pupils that I call Crazy Eyes. I have no idea why; I came into the room and this is what I saw. Stephanie isn't a pretty cat in the general sense--her proportions are off--but she's smart, and cute, and funny. Beans is pretty in a Standard Issue Cat way, and very sweet. However they look, though, they're my little girls. ♥️
October 4, 2025 at 3:32 AM