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Kimi the Renaissance Demoiselle. Sayuri the Black Dread RIP (11/01/2024). Timomo the Male Calico RIP (15/10/2015).

30/09/2024

Eyes wide open, curious and cute as ever. She’s listening closely, but adults are talking, so she’ll just keep being her cool, mysterious self. 🐾💫

28/09/2024

Throwback to Kimi's happiest moments! 🐾✨ She was living her best life and loving every minute of it. 😻

22/09/2024

How to eat like Sayu! 🙀💬

(RIP my love 🪦)

14/09/2024

uwu in cat noises.

25/07/2024

Kimi is very cute with her little toy! 💕

27/02/2024

When you're all I have left, I'll do my best to take care of you.

🐈⭐❤️

25/06/2023

"IT'S GOING TO RAIN!!! AAAAAAAH!!!" - The Cat

16/06/2023

He's not responsible for what his face does when I talk. Noted.

🐈🐈‍⬛💢☕💖🥹

09/05/2023

"RAWR, I'M A 🦖. ", said the 🐈.

25/04/2023

The meowing never ceased. It was a constant barrage of sound that echoed through the halls of my mind, like an unending symphony of madness. And at the center of it all was Fluffy, my senior cat, who seemed to be trying to drive me to the brink of insanity.

Despite his medication and his well-fed state, Fluffy's meows were incessant. They filled every corner of my house and seemed to echo in my mind long after he had wandered off to another room. It was like he was trying to communicate something to me, but I could not decipher what.

His meows often turned into high-pitched screams, like the anguished wailings of a dying creature. It was as if he was trying to summon something from beyond the veil, something that could not be seen by mortal eyes.

I would try to close the door to keep Fluffy out, but he would yowl and push at it until it opened again. He seemed to be everywhere at once, watching my every move with his unblinking gaze. It was like he was a harbinger of some unspeakable horror, lurking just beyond the edge of my perception.

I knew that Fluffy was just a cat, but it was hard to shake the feeling that he was something more. Something ancient and eldritch, with powers beyond mortal understanding. His meows were like a siren's call, drawing me ever closer to the brink of madness.

In my darkest moments, I wondered if Fluffy was not just a cat, but a manifestation of some unspeakable evil. A creature that had crossed over from another dimension, seeking to dominate my thoughts and bend me to its will.

It was like I was living in a Lovecraftian nightmare, trapped in a world of shadow and madness, with Fluffy as my only companion. His meows were like the beating of a dark and ancient heart, and I knew that I could never escape them.

21/01/2023

26/09/2022

"Welcome back from the dead, human. We were expecting you."

26/09/2022

My cat liquefied this morning... 🐱😱

19/06/2022

Do I have too much free time or am I procrastinating too much?

I leave it to you.

(　ﾟДﾟ)＜!! MEOOOOOOOW.

17/06/2022

🐈

27/05/2022

📦🐈⁉️

23/05/2022

"Do not tell me I'm pretty!" 😾

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The meowing never ceased. It was a constant barrage of sound that echoed through the halls of my mind, like an unending symphony of madness. And at the center of it all was Fluffy, my senior cat, who seemed to be trying to drive me to the brink of insanity. Despite his medication and his well-fed state, Fluffy's meows were incessant. They filled every corner of my house and seemed to echo in my mind long after he had wandered off to another room. It was like he was trying to communicate something to me, but I could not decipher what. His meows often turned into high-pitched screams, like the anguished wailings of a dying creature. It was as if he was trying to summon something from beyond the veil, something that could not be seen by mortal eyes. I would try to close the door to keep Fluffy out, but he would yowl and push at it until it opened again. He seemed to be everywhere at once, watching my every move with his unblinking gaze. It was like he was a harbinger of some unspeakable horror, lurking just beyond the edge of my perception. I knew that Fluffy was just a cat, but it was hard to shake the feeling that he was something more. Something ancient and eldritch, with powers beyond mortal understanding. His meows were like a siren's call, drawing me ever closer to the brink of madness. In my darkest moments, I wondered if Fluffy was not just a cat, but a manifestation of some unspeakable evil. A creature that had crossed over from another dimension, seeking to dominate my thoughts and bend me to its will. It was like I was living in a Lovecraftian nightmare, trapped in a world of shadow and madness, with Fluffy as my only companion. His meows were like the beating of a dark and ancient heart, and I knew that I could never escape them.