Lux Winter

A third orange has hit the cottage! Say hello to Piep!

A brown penguin chick of some kind. It looks very much like a man in a suit. It is bedraggled and miserable

Made it to Friday but at what cost

I find her ability to shapeshift from “stuffed animal that has seen a few too many spin cycles in an 80s laundromat” to feline supermodel fascinating.

That being said, owning cats has made the task of making the bed infinitely more difficult.

A small brown tabby cat sits on a light colored cushion in a beam of warm sunlight. The cat’s eyes are gently closed as if dozing or enjoying the heat, and the sunlight highlights the striped pattern of its fur and the fine whiskers on its face. Its tail curls around its body while a softly blurred green background suggests a wall or shaded garden beyond. The overall scene feels quiet, warm, and peaceful, like a cat taking a slow sunbath.

That same small tabby cat sitting on a red cushion, looking significantly more scrungly and like a plushie that’s been through the wash one too many times.

Tinder Profile vs. Close Friends-Story

A narrow gravel farm road stretches straight through flat fields toward two old rural buildings, disappearing into thick morning fog. Frost clings to the grass along the roadside, and bare winter trees cluster around the houses. The sun hangs high in the mist, glowing through a bright circular halo in the foggy sky, casting a pale, diffused light over the quiet countryside. The whole scene feels cold, still, and slightly otherworldly, like the landscape has not fully decided to wake up yet.

If you never hear from me again, the fog got me.

Orange and white tabby cat lounging on a light green fabric armchair, curled slightly with one paw resting on its striped tail. The cat looks relaxed and a bit sleepy, with half closed eyes and pink nose and paw pads visible. Light wood flooring and part of another chair appear in the background, giving the scene a calm indoor living room feel.

In brighter news, we will be temporarily upping the orange cat density in this household to three (3) orange cats later today, as my friend’s orange Piep* is joining us. Stand by for highly orange antics in the coming days.

*Pieperitus Johannes Theodorus, put some respect on his name.

You couldn’t pay me to embarrass myself like these Dubai influencers currently are, my fucking word.

I think one is knowledge, one is knowing how to apply that knowledge ;)
That being said, I got a bunch of clothespins to note identified plants down. There are some that are so cut back though that I doubt anything will be able to identify them.

Alternatively, she’ll kill them through sheer willpower. This bitch still attempts to snack on dry food and nothing can stop her. She will gum them to death if needs must.

I would once more like to add that four years ago, the shelter told me not to worry if she doesn’t eat, because she just doesn’t have much time left and doesn’t eat well. Four years down the line and I’m worried about getting chickens because I worry toothless Mia will be their top predator.

Will give it a go! I’ll traipse around the garden with a notepad today. Never had a garden, so I’m starting from zero when it comes to knowledge, hah.

Somehow the existence of Polymarket and the likes illustrates the downfall of the United States better than any fascist government ever could.

“Mia, you sound like a two-year-old eating a banana, and trust me, that’s not a good sound.” — @bearlawyer.bsky.social

A close-up photo of a small brown tabby cat with green eyes sitting on a yellow cushion beside a wooden table. The cat is looking slightly upward toward the camera, with its ears upright and whiskers visible. The background shows a softly blurred interior with light-colored flooring and furniture.

Your life or your liver pâté, bitch.

Can you please give me this advice ten years ago? Thank u 🥹

“How can we take literally everything that ruined the experience of being online and compile it into one nightmare OS?”
Someone at Windows, presumably. There is no other explanation.

Even with the brown post winter mess? I didn’t even try that because I figured that only works when plants have a breath of life in them, haha

That being said, if you have any advice on how to best identify the plants in my garden, I’ll gratuitously take it! It’s very hard to tell which ones of them are dead, dormant, or weeds. I fear we’re inching into cutting season, so I’d rather know which plants to cut back and which ones to weed.

View from a rural garden beside a small green wooden house. In the foreground, several rectangular raised garden beds sit on dark soil, not yet planted. A wooden picket fence runs across the middle of the image, separating the yard from wide open golden fields. A large leafless tree stretches overhead, its branches silhouetted against a bright blue sky with scattered white clouds. Sunlight streams in from the upper right, casting long shadows across the grass and fence. In the distance, farm buildings sit low on the horizon.

Side view of a small half timbered cottage with white walls and green trim, topped by a dark corrugated roof. A pale green wooden fence borders the property, beyond which lie expansive flat fields under a vivid blue sky. In the foreground, a raised wooden planter bed lines the fence, filled with dry plants and soil. Long tree shadows stretch across the gravel and ground, suggesting low afternoon sun. A few distant houses and farm buildings dot the horizon.

Spring has decided to visit the cottage today, and it seems every creature (me included) is yearning for the sun. The cats are grumpy about being indoor cats.

Seconding this. I’ve seen this ad on a bunch of queer subs - only remembering it because I’m very much not in the UK, and the VPN I used at that time also wasn’t tunneling via UK. It was odd, and left a weird taste in my mouth.

I have not been assimilated enough to understand the popcultural chokehold Mello has on this country. This image isn’t helping.

Post a pic you took, no context, to bring some Zen to the feed

An orange tabby cat sits on gray gravel inside a small greenhouse with black metal framing and translucent panels. The cat looks slightly to the side with alert green eyes and its mouth slightly open, as if mid-meow. Beside it are stacked terracotta pots and saucers with traces of dried soil. Outside the foggy greenhouse walls, a raised metal garden bed and bare plants are visible, giving the scene a quiet, misty atmosphere.

The supurrvisor thinks our work is adequate.

A child with long blonde hair stands inside a small greenhouse, hugging a large orange tabby cat on top of a wooden potting table. The child’s face is covered with a pink heart emoji. The cat looks calmly unimpressed, paws planted firmly on the table. In front of them are seed trays filled with soil, small biodegradable pots, seed packets, and gardening supplies. The greenhouse has translucent panels, dark metal framing, and gravel on the ground, with a few garden tools leaning against the wall in the background.

This fine #Caturday, we’re gardening. The (now) 9-year-old got a gardening starter kit for her birthday, given that she has graduated from city cub to free range cub. Obviously had to be put to the test, and we most certainly can’t do that without Jones.

#CatsOfBluesky

On the way home, I got stuck on a backroad because the mini pony farm next door was getting a fresh delivery of hay and the tractor blocked the road. Not gonna lie, folks, this is the life.

A small brown tabby cat with green eyes sits upright on a white, fluffy blanket draped over the back of a light gray nightstand. The cat faces the camera directly with an alert, calm expression, ears perked forward. It wears a dark collar with a round, white ID tag. The background is a muted green wall, softly lit, with the edges slightly blurred, drawing focus to the cat’s face.

Just had my small town hallmark moment when I walked into the local pet shop, which is adjacent to the vet and the lady at the checkout loudly proclaimed “Oh, you’re Lux, Amelia’s person! Have you finally moved to (town) then? How nice to meet you at last!”.

Her reputation precedes me.

I’ve just filled cracks in an OSB board with speckle in an icing piping bag and I can’t decide whether I’m a genius or just really fucking incompetent.

es ist frühlnig

auf der wiese

DIE KROKEN

Big “Ich fand dich sowieso total hässlich, du blöde Kuh!” Energy

This would’ve blown the flipper’s mind if only he had cared about the existence of wall anchors.