They never come to kill me, no matter how potently they yearn to. The assassin kneeling behind me reeks of it: the craving to end me. He clamps the fury inside his fists; the animosity burns beneath his shadowed hood,…
They never come to kill me, no matter how potently they yearn to. The assassin kneeling behind me reeks of it: the craving to end me. He clamps the fury inside his fists; the animosity burns beneath his shadowed hood,…
He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,…
WHY AM I LIKE THIS? I sent a newsletter about a Thing, and let’s now play SPOT THE TYPO! PROOF that I ‘beed’ a break for sure. And I sent like fifty million test emails to myself and STILL didn’t…
And he said: “I just took a p!ss in the pub you live above.” Me, thinking a million things but only saying: You’re here? Downstairs? Him: I’m waiting for the bus at the bus stop in front of your place.…
NOTE: AI images were used in this blog post, but I no longer support the use of AI, nor do I use it, because I don’t like the extractive direction big corporations are taking it and how they are trying…
Hoomans! Console me. First, though, for those who don’t know me, I am Zulejka, epitome of Cat, pinnacle of Beauty, queen of Tiny Pawsies, and only my hooman knows how much I poke my kitty nose into corners and decorate…
He lounges in the shadows that embrace him, his long legs clad in leather and stretched out across the rock floor. Crossed at the ankles, his boots flicker faintly from moonlight leaking in and reflecting off the crystals in the…
HOOMANS, this is cat Zulejka here first to warn all you hoomans with kittehs out there who might not know this! I was playing with this long thin rope-string and my hooman left me unsupervised with it while she went…
“They should never have hurt you,” he said. NOTE: AI images were used in this blog post, but I no longer support the use of AI, nor do I use it, because I don’t like the extractive direction big corporations…
Zulejka here, usurping hooman’s blog.For hoomans who do not know me, I am the embodiment of all things dainty. Behold my delicately curled paw placed gracefully upon the other: I can be a zigzag. Or be put in a bad…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.