Ya’ll. After a year of grief-fueled burnout I have a job that pays milkbones, but is a gentle balm on my soul: bathing dogs.

That is Bear.

(The cat formerly known as Bacon, Boo, and Brahms.)

Miescha.

Sagan.

(Also known as Cat Cena.)

Being able to step away from a hobby, chill the fuck out, and realize what you liked about it to start with. Being able to step back in after a couple months has been a good thing –

New job. New job. New job.

(Sorry Plath.)

I think he’s swell.

I saw Bear the magnificent beast you see pictured in a Suggested for You Local Cat Rescue Group. He was all black at that time. Had gotten over a case of mange. Is FIV+. Has a wonky eye and a snaggletooth and after I met him I learned he snore purrs like an old man eating chili and that’s how I knew he was mine.

Sagan, I adopted for my partner when I knew our dog Bell was old enough to tolerate a cat. And he was a dog person until he also discovered he’s also totally a cat person when I taught the boys how to sit on command and fetch whenever they want to play. After Bellhound, we now have his and theirs cats and it’s wonderful.

@Aria

he was waiting for you!

you? yes, you. not me. but YOU. dang. you made an interesting character.

thank you for being interesting.

@Coin

ultimately – my tantrum was resolved with weed and a nap.

edited to clarify: I AM LAZY.

just hit the closest reply button, that’s all, @Coin. I wasn’t directing my peevish comment to anyone.

hey, friend, if you’re going to crib that much inspiration from a source – write some fanfic, you’ll feel better.

Ares games feel like those magic slate drawing pads.

for @Babs because I am always and actively procrastinating on my librarian –

I have started playing Syberia.

@Roz

thank you.

@Babs

THE ONLY BRACKETS I LOVE.