A.Z. Fell, Esq.

Oh my goodness!
A cosmic cow!
@mrajcrowley.bsky.social!

It was such a pleasant day, despite the grey skies, I hated to let it end...

You naughty thing!
* giggles*

I should have taken my little shopping trolley.
But honestly, my dearest, I did not expect to happen upon so many perfect treasures!
Thank you for bundling them all home for me.

3:57 AM:

*spreading curious treasure purchases over the kitchen table, rubbing hands with glee*

Oh my goodness!
Each of you will have the most perfect new home!
I cannot wait to introduce you to your new families!

But YOU... *selects small trinket*... you shall be for Crowley.
✨️✨️✨️

Oh, sorry...
"White elephant," I mean.

And even more delightful, because you accompanied me with very little complaint, for which you have my unswerving gratitude. 💞

But my darling, such an absolute wonderland of delight!
Of course we didn't "need" these treasures, but honestly can say?
Perhaps needed us!
And I've found some wonderful "white rhinoceros" gifts for the Whickber Street gang!

Then allow me to lavish my attention in your direction, my dear wild creature, as surely I sense a challenge!

Because the competition for my attention is practically feral.

That depends.
Could you give me a disdainful side-eye whilst refusing all offers of elegant seafood pâté, then wolf down an entire stick of butter?

Perhaps I'll simply lavish all my affection on Timothy the Badger!

Did you know, Crowley, in your absences, I tried a few new hairstyles?

I had a go at curly strawberry blonde, wavy brunette and even a flirtation with jet-black, if you can imagine! I looked rather like one of your eye-linered angry be-bop singers, to be honest.

But I'm happier being myself.

Oh, that shouldn't be surprising, should it?
Then I shall linger at the edges of the Cat's world, and remain available.

The only thing Cat shows even passing interest in is Crowley's heat lamp.
And Crowley's special chasmere and silk blend blanket.
And Crowley's watch!
...
Oh.
...
It only wants Crowley's things.
...
I understand now.
✨️🐈✨️

I have tried and failed repeatedly in the feline accessories department, to no avail.
The local shelter has dramatically benefited; a ridiculous amount of absolutely untouched cat paraphernalia has found its was there.

I've braced enough.
Too cold!
*slams window shut*

I've attempted to have a word with the badger, but he's rather taciturn and somewhat surly.
Reminds me a bit of Crowley, before coffee.

I think I might call the badger "Timothy."
Unless, of course, it expresses a preference to the contrary.

I'd rather prefer that it stayed inside for safekeeping.
Or at least in one location.

But off it pops through the mirror, whenever it fancies an adventure, I suppose.

Also, I've frequently seen a badger in the garden at dusk, nosing round Crowley's apple trees.
I think it's looking for windfall fruit; do you think it requires assistance, or a small mixed salad?
Crowley says it knows what it's doing, but I'll keep an eye out.

I'll start keeping a badger journal!

5:13 AM:

The Cat has appeared, scrunched into a vague loaf form, upon the kitchen table.
It seems unapologetic, regarding its frequent and extended absences but grudgingly accepted a small china dish of salmon pate as some sort of "offering."

I suppose this is normal cat behaviour?

Shoutout to all of our incredible volunteers ❤️

Because of you, the National Park remains the beautiful, vibrant place it is - and we’re so grateful.

#InternationalVolunteerDay

📸: SDNPA

5:04 AM:

I must be acclimating to December.
Just at freezing outside, but a bit stuffy in the bedroom.

I've popped the window for a bit of air, after first piling another blanket atop a sleeping Crowley, of course.

Crowley does not share my love of bracing breezes, especially whilst sleeping.

I have offered up my barber's services, but then Crowley snapped his fingers, and suddenly his hair was lovely and flowing and scarlet like a summer sunset, and I forgot what I was saying.

And my dearest heart, why are you awake and speaking in complete sentences at this unconscionable hour?

Time to strengthen the wards, anyway.

Yes.
Probably.
Possibly, anyway.
But maybe not your belly button.

Maybe, all these years, Hastur has harbored a secret "pash"?

Well, I suppose we might never know for certain.

How silly!
Whatever else could I have possibly meant?

*sips tea*

Thank you!
I very much like yours as well.
It's very sleek and suitable.