Living our queer, twisted truth. Stories, art, love, and cantankerous cats.
He rubs their faces like some simpering little orphan in a Dickensian melodrama. ‘Oh please, Mother, can I have some more…’ Why I—I could—”
This week, betrayal comes in paw form. Mowgli’s stolen tactics, Rogit’s soggy flirtations, and the unspeakable horror of a brush to the face push Akela Jean Underland to the edge (of the basin). Volume VI: Pawprints of Betrayal, Bristles of War is live now.
Mowgli the Melancholy rises—not from forgiveness, but to wage a dignified campaign of dawn-time protest. From 5am face pats to strategic poo placement, this week’s journal reveals his latest acts of justice, betrayal, and skewered-chicken temptation. Forgiveness remains… pending.
Rocket dads, data bros, and misfired masculinity — this week, Poe responds to a reader haunted by a billionaire father who’d rather launch a car into space than love his trans child. With trademark sass, sorrow, and chicken-based resistance, Poe reminds us: your soul can’t be trademarked.
Back from Turkey and quietly reflecting on the uneasy mix of beauty and loss. A rich culture overshadowed by British tourism leaves behind more questions than comfort. As we return to our quiet life with the cats, our sights turn to Thailand—and the ongoing pursuit of something real, rooted, and ours.
Locked in. Doors shut. Biscuits wrong. Mothers in Turkey. In The Catdiva Monologues: Volume V, Akela Jean Underland recounts the horror of her abandonment with biting wit and theatrical disdain. A tale of closed doors, unseasoned men, and feline fortitude. Unlicked. Unfed. Unimpressed.
The traitors have returned — loud, sunburnt, and reeking of foreign meats and strange street cats. Mowgli the Melancholy, Supreme Chancellor of the Leftmost Fold, chronicles their pitiful attempts at reconciliation: biscuit bribes, forehead treaties, and tactical drool warfare. Forgiveness? Conditional. Reparations? Pending. Dignity? Eternal.
Poe-plies Volume VI: Bots, Biscuits, and Righteous Fury
Maudlin in Montana writes in to ask what to do when a bot steals your work. Poe replies—naturally—with screeching vengeance, digital warfare, and several impassioned mentions of chicken. There’s also some very real wisdom in here (under the feathery insults and claw threats). Writers: this one’s for you.
Locked in. Doors shut. Biscuits wrong. Mothers in Turkey. In The Catdiva Monologues: Volume V, Akela Jean Underland recounts the horror of her abandonment with biting wit and theatrical disdain. A tale of closed doors, unseasoned men, and feline fortitude. Unlicked. Unfed. Unimpressed.
Mowgli the Melancholy returns with a fur-stirring dispatch from the blanket frontlines. With River and Celia off to Turkey, our feline philosopher is left to face betrayal, chickens, and Akela’s bed-hogging tyranny. A tragicomic tale of loss, snacks, and strategic hairballs. Long live the Leftmost Fold.
This week, Poe answers a human worried their brother is gay. The verdict? Mind your own biscuits. A chaotic feline advice column full of judgement, chicken cravings, and unexpected wisdom. #PoeVices #queercatcolumn #LGBTQsupport #darkhumour #felineoracle
