She's getting her beauty sleep right now, but I'll give her a fancy treat from you when she wakes up- probably www.viovet.co.uk/The-Innocent...

Miss Giz and I disagree on many things, including when to listen to my future drumming playlist and how many stinky treats she needs to struggle through another day of human bullshit. I might give her more if she could promise to stop eating spiders.

I am back from Resistanz, and Miss Giz has to share the sofa again. The first thing I did when I got home was feed her some freeze-dried tuna on a stick.

Nice to see family, nice to eat a roast dinner, now glad to be going to bed and not stressing about Christmas for another year. Miss Giz has had a wide variety of treats, and looks forward to peace, quiet, and ten hours without anyone taking a photo of her. She can't help being so beautiful.

Went to the gym, then slumped off for coffee and the first of the Halloween rereads I've been planning- Municipal Gothic, by @raynewman.bsky.social. I particularly enjoyed An Oral History of the Greater London Exorcism Authority.

Gizmo's indignities continue with a lemon print recovery suit tonight, but she got a salmon licky treat to make up for it. The stitches come out on Monday night, so she'll be wearing clothes until then unless the vet says otherwise.

Sainsbury's have coffin shaped letter boards, and I couldn't resist.

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Well, here is a rare picture of her standing, and in her happy place, too (face down in mysterious brown chunks). Please assess at your convenience.

Hope you're OK :( youtu.be/yEm3yU6dZOo?... sometimes helps when I am full of adrenaline, although it's quite silly.

Return of the cocktail posting- www.sainsburys.co.uk/gol-ui/produ... is not subtle on the basil. It would be so good on a sunny afternoon, but unfortunately, Scotland.

I bought a catnip sprout for Miss Gizmo, but I hadn't realised it was entirely stuffed with catnip rather than stuffing that had been sprayed with catnip essence. I think she might be able to see time now.

Gizmo might be the most patient cat I've had so far. Patches from noiseagainstfascism.bandcamp.com, currently listening to noiseagainstfascism.bandcamp.com/track/five-m... and the sound of a cat munching her well-earned Purr Pop.

Blessings be upon you too.

This girl went to the vet today for undignified reasons, but scoffed most of a bowl of wet food afterwards, so I think we're OK. We're listening to Old Gods of Appalachia, and considering unnecessary snacks.

My brother's cat Gizmo has moved in! She wasn't getting enough attention, so she has retired to mine, to keep me company while I listen to podcasts and knit. We're starting with Subterraneans, but I'll see how she does on Old Gods of Appalachia later in the week.

Thoughts and prayers for Ali the PT, please, as this week I attempted to explain the anatomy of a wine bottle meme between sets, except replacing fascist with bigot. It might have been a relief to him when I got on the air bike.

My brother's cat Gizmo is not doing too well in a busy house, and is retiring to the Catopticon. The cameras are unavoidable, but there will be plenty of (healthy) treats, and more attention. I have cat-sat for her, and she doesn't seem to object to horror podcasts.

Pocket @midnightpals.bsky.social pals! For when I need guidance from Clive Barker, Junji Ito, or HP Lovecraft, which I'm sure will lead to many sensible decisions.

It's my last night of cat-sitting, and I might have overdone the catnip spray. We're lying on the rug listening to Subterraneans and considering a snack.

Very demure, very mindful. Gizmo doesn't seem to be much of a lap cat, but she's happy to lie on the floor next to me while we listen to podcasts. It's surprisingly hard to get a picture of her properly sprawled out, because every time I pick up the phone, she gets up for attention.

Obviously, I'd love to be out tonight and partying hard, but Gizmo needs me, so we're hanging out listening to www.idieyoudie.com/2024/09/19/w..., enjoying enthusiastic discussion about whether goth is a music based subculture. I also have a mixed box of Ferrero Rocher that I don't want to share.

Cat-sitting for my brother this week- so far, I have introduced Gizmo to Purr Pops (heart shaped freeze dried chicken on a stick) and bought her some catnip-infused plush peas. It's hard to tell if she cares very much, but we're listening to horror podcasts.

Found a goth ladybird! Did not take it home, because Brooklyn would probably have eaten it, but charmed to find a bag of goth tat attracted an appropriate bug.

Don't be fooled, this guy is a surprisingly sharp critic.

This beautiful thing by @blacksmoke1033.bsky.social and @anatomoth.bsky.social arrived today, and the detail and feel are amazing. I will wear it when I miss my childhood stuffed dodo.

I have been mogwai-ed by @blackmudpuppy.bsky.social, and I love it. Brooklyn has come out very well too- I think 90% of my selfies have at least one cat in them. The towel on my lap in second picture is regrettable, but the man of the house needs something grippy under his paws.

Something I needed for the meat bag has completely disappeared, and the state of the world is a bit much, so I cut out some pieces for an even more horrible bag. The polyester canvas I bought by mistake is determined to fray itself to death. I would like to have finished or fucked this up by Friday.

I have messed up by using narrow fabric- this is what I get for watching pattern videos that don't give you measurements because they want you to buy the pattern and saying hmm, I bet I can do that... so it's going to hang up and hold bits and pieces in the sewing space. Mildly annoying.

Realistically, it is not having to wait for the new Magnus Protocol that caused Brooklyn to give me a serious bollocking until I went upstairs, but it did stop him from wailing like he'd heard Dreamies were discontinued.