Huitty #AlwaysAddAlt

Layla and Piglet are hard at work making our #plundercat air shirts!!! Thanks Layla and Piglet! @era-now.bsky.social

Habby purrfday Grainyinlore!! 🎂🍾🎉🎁
Wot song you singed, Oleander?

Billy and Orville are squished in close together to eat off the same plate of dry food on the floor. Garry is standing next to them, looking back over his shoulder at the camera as if to ask for help getting access to the food.

Mother, they will not Share :(

KISSTH then cuddol!!

A photo of the bak of ollie the tabby cat's head laying on a pillow.

Ok. You wake up and see this. What do?

#catsofbluesky #cats

Magma minus!

Emballine fank you mine sweat Betsy. Am kno yore gonna grow up into an smarter, stronk, and bootfool gurl

(Emmaline, thank you my sweet bestie. I know you're going to grow up into a smart, beautiful girl!)

efvribuddi lookey dis musterieus strancher! sooo byootiefol!! if imb culd be jost haff thes gorjus wen imb growed up imb wuld be so habbee!!

Ollie the tabby cat is laying on a white pillow. The doona is not covering him and he looks a bit awkward and needy.

Mum. Mumb. Momy. Ma.
Tunk me in.

#catsofbluesky #cats

Ogilvy, do yore like to bee tuckt in ol the thyme? Mumb OLWAYZ wanting the me to bee coffered, and sumbtimes am joss donut want two bee!! Bakk the ov mumb!! 🫸

(Ollie, do you like to be tucked in all the time? Mum ALWAYS wants me to be covered, and sometimes I just dont want to be!! Back off mum!!)

Am fink hers loaves the you bakk! 😽

Wail, herz very good at spilling, so... mebe?

(We'll, she's very good at spelling, so ... maybe?)

A quartet of photos taken in quick succession of Billy the cat lying on his side on the carpet. The photos are from above, and show Billy holding a toy bread, then viciously biting and clawing at it over the next three panels. It is an homage to the painting “The Making of the Perfect Martini, Guy Buffet, Lithography, 2000”

The Making of the Perfect Bread, Billy, Photography, 2025

Hamlo Betsy!! Can yo guiss whomst dis strancher am?!!

(Hello bestie!! Can you guess who this stranger is?)

Am donut kno the hers? Do yooh kno the herz? 😉🤭

@olliewilliams.bsky.social doo yo kno herz?

(Ollie, do you know her?)

A mysterious cat, an adult brown tabby with golden eyes and a milk muzzle, is sitting on an unmade bed. She is sitting on her haunches and looking straight at the camera. A pair of cartoonish cat glasses and some cat whiskers have been photo shopped onto her face. The glasses have a thick black frame with little pink cat's ears on the top frame. The whiskers are made of 3 straight lines on each side, with a little pink triangle in the middle for a nose. Who can she be?!

An Misteryous Strancher. Whomst am hers ... ?

(A mysterious stranger. Who is she ...?)

So there is apparently a new wave of Twitter folks here? Well, here’s a starter pack of cat accounts if you’d like! go.bsky.app/J8yqxnN

(This is so sad. My heart goes out to you and all the other teachers, librarians, all the people of good will, doing everything they can in the middle of this horror show)

Oaghe!! Soch egg cell ant dis guys, mine loaf!! Am wood neffer half reckongnised the yoo (Orleans)! 🥸😊🤗

Lion!!, Hamlo!! 😺👋

Betsy, yore Luke so gud twogather!! Huitty's tender lie lack am compliminting yore softe apricote so wail!

(Bestie, you look good together, Huitty's tender lilac complements your soft apricot so well!)

Eli the orange and white cat is laying with his toy octopus perched on his shoulder

Hallo nyoo peeples frum Twatter. Ime iss Eli an mine ockterpuss frend iss callered Huitty, naimed after mine catte frend Huitty. Evferryboddy shoud hav an ockterpuss. Hav an ockterpuss! 🐙

The babbey owl burb losed their mum?! 😿

Whomst am dis hamsum strancher?

(Who is this handsome stranger?)

In cog knee toe ... Whomst???

(Incognito ... Who is it?)

Page from a reading primer. Text on the page reads: "Let me go and see the cat and the dog to-day. That man has got a fig. Go and ask him for it. That lad has got an eel." There is a b&w line drawing/etching showing the things in the reading. There is a man in a tall hat with a cane who is likely holding a fig (it's hard to tell, honestly). He is standing in front of a fence and some trees, as if he has been taking his fig for a walk in the woods. But he's wearing what might be riding boots. Has his horse been eaten by woods wolves? In front of him is a boy holding an eel in his right hand. His left hand is on his hip, and his legs are thin and reedy. His stance says that he is defiant, but also that he's ready to make his escape if things go badly. This lad isn't giving up his eel, even for a man with a fig. Between the two of them a dog is chasing a cat. In the distance is a house; we can assume that the lad lives there, and that it is completely full of eel skins and skeletons.

Friends...it's Wednesday. Do you feel like something is missing?

It's the eels. You haven't had enough eels in your day yet. Let me fix that!

Here...have a page from Mrs. Sherwood's 1822 primer.
🗃️🧪

Eggsacly!! #AlwaysAddAlt

(Plus Ollie's AltText is always fantastic and very funny. Even if you don't need it, you should read it as a treat)

Am loave yor bunt Ore Phil! It am verey flatt!