Þhe Renée
@kageneko
InfoSec shitposter, 🏳️🌈 Premium cat cushion, Amateur violinist, Will hunt neoNazis for sport, Crafter of ALL the things. Vehemently against generativeAI
Round two, fighto¹! Cake had taken several serious hits, and is looking severely depleted. Renee however appears to be comatose on the couch. That might be Primrose pinning her down, or it's the power of the cake's zest. 1. ファイト、transliterated
Who would lie about big butts? (i could not find a reliable source for this image, it was used in a bbc article depicting Henry of Essex)
He had skin cancer on his nose and ears - too much sun baking in his youth - but kept it at bay for three years. More time than I thought he'd get. --- Yours are having a lifetime of love with you. A whole life loved. That's the important bit.
I lost one of my boys just over a year ago, and I'm still not over it. I had him for 12 years, twelve fantastic years during which he loved, and was loved. He was the glue that held my little cat family together, and we've all become a bit unravelled since.
Dunno about the Far Side, but penguins have been recognised scientists for quite some time
It's a year since Jellicle passed, and I'm still missing him deeply. The waves of grief are still strong.
This is Lucky. Lucky is not my cat. Lucky is a street cat who loves everybody. (I'm going to miss him) He loves my couch. He loves Errol's cookies. I've found him fast asleep inside a few times now, breaking in through the cat flap. He runs up to me when outside, and demands pats.
I downloaded a demo yesterday and it's caught my heart with its cozy - Fischer's Fishing Journey. Just a cat sitting on your wallpaper, quietly fishing, or drinking a cuppa. No rush, no demands, just chilling. store.steampowered.com/app/3363270/...
My three during last year's summer, all happily baking on the rear verandah. They've all been observed lying down on this deck in the rain too. Lunatics, but happy weirdos :P
Think your dinner is safe? Not when there’s an Errol around! (I’d finished, it’s just sauce and rice left)
Next on morning noises, here’s my neighbour’s shack being attacked by the locals, with the sounds of my shack being loudly disassembled above me.
Don't come to Canberra, we've been turning into ice blocks for the past week and a bit :(
Prim curled up asleep on me this afternoon, knowing I need comforting. Still not recovered from yesterday’s emotional whiplash.
Errol has resting “I will murder you in your sleep” face, Primrose only gets it occasionally but is serious about it when she does.
Buds, buds, tiny buds. You don’t really get a sense of their scale until you lose a piece on your hand. (I’m replacing the batteries in these for a friend, as the gen2 buds are the only ones which fit her ears)
Excuse me! I believe you have it wrong. This right here is peak perfection.