Category: writing
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Hi. I’m Pookie. I’m a cat. I live in a house with several humans, including one small, loud, emotionally unstable one named James. He builds things. He cries a lot. He smells like Cheetos and sticky fingers. Today, James was constructing what he called “the longest car track in the world.” It involved magnetic blocks,…
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Thou Shalt Not Sit Where I Sit If my tail has graced it, if my fur has coated it, or if my soul has napped upon it—it’s mine. Should a human dare claim the throne (i.e., the warm laundry pile), they shall be judged silently from across the room… and then shunned until snack tribute…
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(currently dodging glitter and advice) I came to TxMaxx with a purpose. A rug. Something chic enough to say “I have taste” and durable enough to survive Chunk’s rampages. I had just entered the promised land—aisle 7, rugs as far as the eye could see—when I felt the gravitational pull of southern chaos: human form,…
