Hey, it turns out creating a social media account to show the entire 16 years of your life means having to see all the pet companions you lost during that 16 years. It makes posting depressing.

I’ll try to do better and still share old Pooper pics.

I went for an extended hike yesterday, ventured over to Zombieville. Not a soul seen, no sounds but a single leaf across the ice.

I definitely don’t think the statie expected to roll up & find someone drinking coffee in the middle of the lake. I definitely didn’t expect to see an ATV cop.

Tales from a “famous” cat lady: the entire internet will look at a single image of a cat, decide it’s “mad” & the cat will be forever mad. Yet & time again humans can make known Nazi salutes immortalized on video & people will try to tell you “nah, you’re just imagining things.”

I’m still taking my afternoon mental health walks. 6” of snow through woods, around a lake. It was quiet, no one else was around. I didn’t even see the cannibals on the other side of the lake.

Sometimes on my walk, I think about life here after a zombie outbreak or something like the tv show The 100. Will the people on the north side of the lake be cannibals? I mean, there’s a retirement community/golf course there now, so maybe I could take em?

During today’s walk, it was 33 degrees, the geese were squawking, and a woman was listening to a true crime podcasts.
I thought about warning her of hunting season but she seems cool with random acts of violence, so…

I caught an unintentional beaver shot.
That’s a great band name. You’re welcome.

Every walk I try to remember to take a moment and just simply be present. Then, I ruin it by taking my phone out so I can have a picture that never manages to really capture how cool that moment was.

Is there no finer form of art in suburbia than deer eating these shitty evergreen trees until they look like dicks? (Give it time, it’s been a warm Fall so far.)

Here ya go: a Laszlo & Phasma into. #catsofbluesky

Wow, there’s dozens of you. Ok, a dozen.

You’ve initiated ChristyFacts: I end most days with a mental health walk. As a bonus, I get to kick leaves around and create noise which scares the deer away from ppl illegally hunting near residential property.

Me, watching all the people talking & just taking it all in.

(Also, this is Poopsock.)

Good morning. This tortie gal Helya & her barn cat father, Mr Peanutbutter. They are 2 of the last of a colony that’s been completely TNR or adopted out & I’ve accepted responsibility for their care. From over 30 cats & kittens, down to 3. Please spay or neuter your barn cats.

How many cats are in this photo.
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Two. Phasma, a 3 year old former feral cat I rescued & rehabilitated, & her son Laszlo, born in my bathtub bc we had no idea she was pregnant when trapped & we couldn’t get her in for a spay before we realized she was about to pop. He’s in the bed under her

I logged into the Hellscape reading about a NYT article, not realizing it was X until I got to comments. Someone was speaking with their whole chest, only to admit they didn’t read the full article.

Category is: When “doing my own research” is whatever 143 characters caught your attention.

Mixing my love of the stars with my cat’s dislike of being held.

No cats have been harmed in the making of this picture.

Hi, btw. I do cat rescue, have a somewhat famous cat on IG, live in MA, am child free, an independent voter. I don’t see myself as liberal, I see myself as “centered on treating people well & questioning authority.” I guess that makes me the worst thing to happen to America, 50 years in the game.

What do we say to people who want to harsh our vibe?

GFY.

Do I need another place online where I can post cats or whatever the fuck else rattles in my noggin? No. But also yes. I’ll start with the group collage of rescue cats.