Riff Millar
@themasterdances.bsky.social
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There are some things you can't make fun of. For everything else, there's *this* guy. (In)famous for looking the spitting image of Roger Delgado as The Master in Doctor Who and daring to cosplay as same. (He/Him)
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Rose

Welcomed home 27 February 2016
Bid farewell 9 October 2025

Forever my kitten.
Rose in her new forever home with her new forever cat dad. Rose and her last sunbeam.
themasterdances.bsky.social
Rose

Welcomed home 27 February 2016
Bid farewell 9 October 2025

Forever my kitten.
Rose in her new forever home with her new forever cat dad. Rose and her last sunbeam.
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themasterdances.bsky.social
Total cost for services is $900.
themasterdances.bsky.social
Well, this tracks.
backwoodsopossum.bsky.social
Another reason why I’m glad I’ve left trident seafoods, They’re abunch of republican supporting/MAGA punks. Yeah no wonder why the company I was hired at literally hires folks who are dickheads that don’t care about you, Big signs of a Trump supporting corporation.

#FuckTrump #FuckRepublicans
themasterdances.bsky.social
In-home services have been arranged with Lap of Love for this Thursday, 9 September 2025.
themasterdances.bsky.social
As of now, we are arranging in-home services for Rose.
Rose, my precious kitten.
themasterdances.bsky.social
I’m watching my cat die.
I’m listening to her final breaths.
I have never felt so devastated in my life.
themasterdances.bsky.social
I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, where she used to sleep by my side every night yet hasn’t been able to since her breathing became so laborious.

She dove right under the covers at the foot of the bed. Rose hasn’t slept against my feet since the V catastrophe. She did once more.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with a perfect moustache, stretched out in a sunbeam on a brown sofa, a purple star pillow behind her.
themasterdances.bsky.social
These trips were a direct beeline to the elevator bay, previously her mortal enemy. Both times we just sat there awhile, breathing.

One morning she wanted physical affection to the point that she allowed me to pick her up without protest, typically a taboo move.
themasterdances.bsky.social
The past couple of nights, she’s cried out for me in the early morning hours.

Twice it was at the door as she insisted on patrolling the building’s hallway. In the past she would take her time serpentining from door to door to catalogue all the scents.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with a perfect moustache, loaded on a black towel lying in a white bathtub.
themasterdances.bsky.social
Her every breath is a struggle, her mouth open, ribcage working like a bellows.

She has become extremely touch averse; when she does allow me to pet her I can feel how dreadfully skinny she has become in the matter of just a few weeks.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with a perfect moustache, stretched out forlornly in her scratch cave.
themasterdances.bsky.social
I’m writing this outside because I can’t bear to do so in the same room as her.

Rose has not eaten for two weeks. I’ve tried all kinds of liquids, but she literally cannot eat — she will cry at her food dish, lean in for a sniff, then turns and goes directly into the bathroom.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with a perfect moustache, lying forlornly in her scratch cave.
themasterdances.bsky.social
I apologise for the Möbius loop.
themasterdances.bsky.social
It’s inoperable. I’m performing hospice care for Rose for as long as she has left.

She’s only had half the life she deserved. We were supposed to grow old together.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with the best moustache is dozing on a brown sofa in a sunbeam. Rose is eepy monorail mode with both white foresocks presented for admiration, now on the back of the sofa having followed the path of the sun. Rose normally only knocks the grocery bags over but here she is in a rare paper cave predator pose. Rose back on the sofa with her white belly patch up and out and basking in the sun, her favourite catnip toys — knitted orange octopus, PRIDE rainbow, and weird plaid blunt with eyes — as pillows.
themasterdances.bsky.social
I’m doing my best, thank you for the endless support you have graced us with.
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themasterdances.bsky.social
It’s inoperable. I’m performing hospice care for Rose for as long as she has left.

She’s only had half the life she deserved. We were supposed to grow old together.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with the best moustache is dozing on a brown sofa in a sunbeam. Rose is eepy monorail mode with both white foresocks presented for admiration, now on the back of the sofa having followed the path of the sun. Rose normally only knocks the grocery bags over but here she is in a rare paper cave predator pose. Rose back on the sofa with her white belly patch up and out and basking in the sun, her favourite catnip toys — knitted orange octopus, PRIDE rainbow, and weird plaid blunt with eyes — as pillows.
themasterdances.bsky.social
It’s inoperable. I’m performing hospice care for Rose for as long as she has left.

She’s only had half the life she deserved. We were supposed to grow old together.
Rose, a black and white tuxedo cat with the best moustache is dozing on a brown sofa in a sunbeam. Rose is eepy monorail mode with both white foresocks presented for admiration, now on the back of the sofa having followed the path of the sun. Rose normally only knocks the grocery bags over but here she is in a rare paper cave predator pose. Rose back on the sofa with her white belly patch up and out and basking in the sun, her favourite catnip toys — knitted orange octopus, PRIDE rainbow, and weird plaid blunt with eyes — as pillows.
themasterdances.bsky.social
Oh god no.

Rose has a lung tumor and it’s pushing against her trachea.

I’m lost. I’m hysterical. I don’t know if I can take any more.
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nuclearanthro.bsky.social
And homophobic/heterosexist and all these things are so imbricated and intertwined.
estarianne.bsky.social
I actually dislike the use of feminized terms as insults for men.

Like "the worst thing I can call you is feminine" is misogyny.
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estarianne.bsky.social
I actually dislike the use of feminized terms as insults for men.

Like "the worst thing I can call you is feminine" is misogyny.