HM McKim

Asked kitty girl why there was a mousey in the food dish, and she looked at me like I'd just been reading her diary.

As is only right and proper.

drawing of a blue aisha from neopets. it looks happy

Would you let aliens take over if they were kitty cats?

#art #neopets

In Days of Darkness Stuart A. Paterson “If these children need me in days of sunshine, how much more do they need me in days of darkness?” —Jane Haining You rose each day at 5 a.m. to go to market for their food, sliced your leather luggage into strips they’d use for soles on worn-out shoes, paid for everything on trips to beach or town, sewed clothes back into life for those in need of more than hand-me-downs, you, the second mother. Two days before your death, you wrote There is not much to report from here. There wouldn’t be, no excursions to arrange to forest or museum or picture house, no growing hands & fingernails to inspect, only memories of how you wept along with them when stitching yellow stars onto their uniforms, refused to leave for safety, stayed right to the very end for & alongside them, your girls. You lived & breathed your school motto, learning elevates, a missionary not just for church but life itself passed on from Lochenhead, Dumfries, Glasgow all the way to Budapest & into every small, attentive head you ever turned away from darker days toward the brightness of an opened book. Streets, stained glass windows, a commemorative cairn exist to honour you who saw mountains on the way not just to Heaven but to Auschwitz. And yet a little girl of ninety-seven is your true memorial, carries you as surely as you carried her into that sunshine, smiles still as she talks of times Miss Haining took the girls on woodland walks or to see the latest Judy Garland; tributes of smile, of breath, of memory that she paid for everything so they could live.

“If these children need me in days of sunshine,
how much more do they need me in days of darkness?”
—Jane Haining

“In Days of Darkness”, a poem by Stuart A. Paterson for #HolocaustMemorialDay #poem #poetry
www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/days-da...

It’s the perfect day to find a secluded cottage in the Scottish Highlands and go off the grid for a few years.

Surround yourself with the kind of people who make small talk with stray animals.

A white British shorthair cat with blue eyes and a pink nose sits on a wooden desk while a white person's hand pets him. Behind the cat, a stack of colourful book spines are visible, as is a white vase shaped like a book full of dried flowers. The wall is painted a rosy pink.

A white British shorthair cat with blue eyes and a pink nose sits on a wooden desk. Behind the cat, a stack of colourful book spines are visible, as is a white vase shaped like a book full of dried flowers. The wall is painted a rosy pink.

Every day is #caturday with Fitzwilliam Darcy.

“It's a truth universally acknowledged, that a single hand in possession of a free moment, must be in want of a cat.”

This was the year that was not the year   This was the year that was not the year  I repaired the bathroom tap  and emptied out the kitchen drawer  of a lifetime’s worth of crap.    This was the year that was not the year in which I launched a new career.  A West End hit eluded me  as did Time Person of the Year.    This was the year that was not the year  I became a household name.  Action figures were not sold of me. I wasn’t made a dame.    This was the year that was not the year I spent less time on my phone.  A night of passion did not happen  in a boutique hotel in Rome.    This was the year that was the year  I didn't get that much done – much the same as the year before,  much like the one to come.  Brian Bilston

This year was also the year in which I failed to write a new end-of-year poem.

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a raging snowstorm, an Agatha Christie novel, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, a purring cat, and a basket of emotional support scones.

Cosy Days ahead!

I believe that the key to a happier life is to read more books, eat more scones, and use more Oxford commas.

Wishing you a speedy recovery. Daphne needs her human servant healthy.

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to read books in front of a crackling fire in a Scottish Highlands cottage during a raging snowstorm whilst enjoying a plate of chocolate croissants?

This is the look boy cat gives the printer...

So it begins…

Just found a whisker on top of the printer. *Looks at printer-obsessed boy cat*

Tell a cat that he's left more claw marks in your stuff than all previous kitties combined, and he will take that as a point of pride.

The world may be quite turbulent at the moment, but we can all take at least some solace in the fact that bookstores exist.

I don't trust anyone who doesn't consult their pets when making important life decisions.

It is a terrible, terrible thing to be a cat with no toys (other than the ones in the toy box, toy basket, and scattered throughout every room in this place). In such a dire situation, what is one to do other than to attack the printer?

Fuzzy-mandering

Happy Halloween! 😾🎃🦇

YouTube video by F.CHARM F.Charm - Morgana (Videoclip Oficial)

This might cure it: youtu.be/GLV05tIdrf0?...

Is there any other way?

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to enjoy chocolate croissants and read Edgar Allan Poe by the fireplace in an ominous Victorian mansion during a full moon on a cool October night?

Cute game 🙂

We Apologise for the Unintended Relevance of this Poem

Some people wake up to birdsong. Some wake up to the sound of an alarm. Me? I wake up to a nine-pound cat taking a running leap at my head.

At the end of the day, aren't we all just working hard to give our pets a better life?

Graveyard Guardians: showcasing Govan's Archaeology and Natural Heritage Govan Heritage Trust is hoping you can help us raise £10,000 for a project that will transform the future of the Govan Stones and Govan Old. We're raising money for a 2-year initiative that will showc

I would be endlessly grateful if you were to support this crucial fundraising effort for Govan Old's 1,500-year-old graveyard and the @govanstones.bsky.social museum! 💲❤️

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