Recipe

For disaster.

Take two table spoons of inadequacy

Fold.

The Catanic Verses II

From the highest shelf they preach, from beneath the fridge they conspire. This week’s Catanic Verses deliver feline gospel, strategic silence, and the sacred mystery of Stage 4. Coveting? Sinful. Tuna? Questionable. Trust? Misplaced.

Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.

#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon

PAWMEN 🍗

Poe ‘Vices

This week in Poe’vices, a vegetarian writes in with woes about Trump, eggs, and economic despair. Poe responds as only Poe can—with rage, rock-licking advice, and a spiritual endorsement of emotional support chickens. As always, the solution is… EAT. CHICKENS.

Dispatches from the Void. V.II

The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate.​ And await our fate.

The Catanic Verses I

May the Great Almeowty be forever in your favour and may the grace of treats be forever in your claws.

PAWMEN 🍗

And so We Laugh

Find someone else –

To man off to.

You’re laughing but this isn’t cute

We’re laughing for another purpose.

It isn’t cute.

Poe ‘Vices 1

Introducing Poe ‘Vices: Life Advice You Definitely Didn’t Ask For
From chaos gremlin to cosmic counsellor, Poe (our feline scream-queen) is now solving your deepest problems with her signature style: shouting, biting things, and recommending chicken.
New column every Friday.
Send your questions. Regret nothing. Eat the chickens.
#CatAdvice #QueerCats #UnderlandChronicles #ChickenTherapy #PoeVices #TheKittyChronicles #Poedivine

Dragon’s Breath: An Inheritance of Ash

The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter now—
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragon’s breath.
We inherited ash.
#poetry #Welsh #queerwriters #Underland