mittens

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I write big people books. I might have comma issues. Averse to using my inside voice. I like pie.

aqi map of the eastern part of north america witha disturbingly vivid swath of reds, purples and blotches of extra toxic maroons extending from central ontario, engulfing the great lakes and swooping out to the mid atlantic. my local reading is a comparatively mild 198 (unhealthy!) near washington dc
a cat stretched out on his back on the sofa so far his back legs are entirely sticking off the edge of the cushion. he’s lying in a sunbeam giving his belly fur an invitingly golden glow. the belly is not a trap
a contently comfortable tabby cat inside a very surprised looking plush shark’s mouth
a screenshot from my bsky timeline where an information bubble has been inserted in the feed stating "We ran out of posts from your follows. Here's the latest from Discover." the word discover is blue, and i presume a link to the discover feed, which i literally never, ever look at because i follow people i want to see and don't have any desire to discover new people by having them pitched to me at random. like i don't even have the discover feed as an option i could click by accident. i literally removed it from my list.
blurry picture of my dashboard taken at a red light at 10:51pm indicating it was 91f outside. it was still 91 until i got out into the forest near my house about 10 minutes ago.
the results of the test, indicating my closest political match was mayor mamdani
deep blue sky with a cloud shading us from the sun. the diagonal line across the image is the foul ball netting
two tabby cats sprawled next to each other, fast asleep on the couch. one is curled in a circle and the other is stretched out straight so together they roughly form a lowercase d. for dad i guess
a tabby car sprawled on his back on a wooden floor belly fully exposed and his front paws curled up in a pose of supplication. he’s looking at me in a way i can almost hear oliver twist asking “please sir can i have some more” and yet he hasn’t even eaten the cheese i already gave him. absolutely shameless
virgil the tabby cat standing guard in his favorite box. he seems unimpressed
a small bit of my sweaty face like im photobombing the field/stage at nationals park. most of the dield is covered with white flooring around the stage set up below the main scoreboard. we’re about to see bruce springsteen and the e street band perform
tabby cat comically stretched out on his back on the sofa, his belly centered in a patch of sunbeam. he looks sleepily content. his belly really isn’t a trap and looks like he’s in need of skritches
a tabby cat sitting as far as possible from a green tea steeper shaped like a long necked dinosaur. they appear to be engaged in a battle of wills across the chasm of the kitchen sink
two tabby cats curled up side by side on a blanket, sleeping. they almost look like little squares mashed together
a photo of my knuckles. there is a tiny grey dot embedded under the skin of one of them
the charred remains of a single tater tot held between my fingers above a stainless steel sink basin
a grey tabby cat sitting up in an indescribably odd position, bent sideways in half, one rear foot wedged against the arm of the sofa, the other stretched out. he has one front paw holding the outstretched back foot. it’s confusing imagining what his spine is doing here
two grey tabby cats sharing a blanket, relaxing together. the closer one is loafed and the other is sprawled out and reclining against a plushie orca. they appear incredibly chill
virgil, a very good tabby cat looking up eagerly because i called his name
a display of clear plastic storage bins at ikea. the two stacked in the middle contain stuffed blahaj sharks. in the bottom bin is one big blahaj, squished in so you can really on see its mouth and chin. in the bin above are three small blahaj sharks, similarly smooshed into their box. somehow they look like a lead singer and three backup singers to me. and yet as they sing their fluffly little hearts out, they are still trapped in plastic storage bins in an ikea display.
the same cat from the quoted post in nearly the same pose, but somehow with more the air of a 1920’s mob enforcer. i have bribed him with pettings but that wont satisfy him forever
virgil, a very hamsome tabby cat gazing thoughtfully into the distance off to the right of the camera
a featured stack of wolf and worm by t. kingfisher. there’s a card from browseabout books employee jessie who loves this book. jessie has excellent taste
a wood coaster carved with a phone number and a crab that says CALL FRANK HE’S GOT CRABS. i hope he’s okay
a small tabby cat lying on his back and looking slightly bewildered, which is his natural state
the hell is real billboard in ohio. my friend’s hat is on the dashboard of the car we’re driving in. the hat has a rooster embroidered on it and the word COCK
a screenshot of the draft text of this post, with the word "taquitos" underlined with the red spellcheck squiggle and the information menu pulled up beside it where it suggests i change it to mosquitos
three glasses from ikea, all in the same style but in theee sizes ranging from regular beverage size to small juice glass size to a tiny shot glass. all three are of the same distinctive design, with flat arches that look like rows of windows around the sides
virgil the tabby cat returned to his perch at my side just watching me calmly. his whiskers are magnificent the way they swoop up at the ends like an old timey gentleman’s mustache
virgil the tabby cat all up in my face just staring at me.
the supernatural valentine edition comic in my hand two seconds after getting it. also congrats on sam’s butt
virgil the tabby cat keeping my feet warm while i work. he’s peacefully snoozing without a care in the world
spork the tabby cat curled up in a blanket pile so all four feet are jumbled together. hes’s also giving the camera a sleepy wtf look
virgil the cat curled up on an old grey flannel shirt. his nose is tucked under his tail and he is cozy
virgil the cat keeping my new shirts warm. he takes his work v seriously
the paper protective lid from a punt of vanleeuwen ice cream. it says “good for you. probably.” and in smaller type below that “a life without anything good is bad.”. and the ice cream is good. earl grey flavor
a flatbed truck on the interstate with a couple dozen large realistic looking dinosaurs strapped to it
grey tabby cat curled in a circle on a pillowby my feet. this is the correct response to today’s gloomy weather
a tiny toy duck head peeking out from a hole in a cardboard beer case
statue of francis scott key at mt. olivet cemetery in frederick maryland. he's pointing toward a replica of the start spangled banner. he probably also wants your house to still be there, and not get burned down by the british and/or a poorly utilized space heater
my hand holding the third issue of the Supernatural comic book. sam and dean look like they're about to get the job done. kinda jealous of them honestly.
a smashed jar of pickles on the ground of an aldi parking lot. the back of my car is off to the left and one of the pickles is now in the shape of my tire tread. my car is also lightly pickle-scented
a barred owl perched in a tree with its back to me
spork the tabby cat coming up the stairs
screenshot of the quoted post from Merriam-Websiter, containing a gif with a rapid series of words displayed. it invites you to screenshot the gif to reveal your 2026 word. the word i got in my screenshot is "brain rot"
a grey tabby cat looks disdainfully into the camera in the glow of a lamp
laszlo, a normal looking floofy butmese cat
large pyrex pan filled with relatively neatly chopped nanaimo bars.
a slice of pizza i made, topped with mushrooms, pepperoncini, kalamata olives, and red onions. there's a bite missing from the corner of the slice.
my hand holding a nanaimo bar
the "season's greason's" meme image with the caption altered to read "Skeetson's Greason's" the picture is a drawing of a white yeti? humanoid bear? with a smaller brown monkey creature attacking it from behind. the white creature looks pained, bleeding from a shoulder where the monkey creature is clawing it, as several other white creatures walk away, uncaring, in the distance, like they've left their friend to perish. this is the essence of Skeetson's Greason's.
a large grey tabby cat who is at least three sizes too big for the box he’s occupying. he is casting a disparaging glance at the camera
a dignified grey tabby cat sitting up like a little guy on the sofa. his dignity is not at all impinged by the sloth print blanket he’s sitting on or the stuffed orca he’s using as a back rest. he’s looking serenely into the camera, unbothered, in his lane, moisturized
my hand holding the supernatural comic book issue 2
santa riding a fire truck
a cake in the shape of a turkey. it has a jaunty little top hat and haunted googly eyes, like it has witnessed horrors. i mean it did watch us eat a whole actual turkey and probably correctly figured out it was next.
my hand atop a folded in half and very content grey tabby cat. my thumb is slightly blurry where it is administering the scritches
candygram for mongo
Mamdani sign graphic that says "Mittens for something probably"
virgil the grey tabby cat curled up snoozing between an orca plushie and a pillow. his face is tucked down between his outstretched front paws