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HM McKim
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Writer. Author of CITY KITTY and IN A CAT'S DREAMS.
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
Surround yourself with the kind of people who make small talk with stray animals.
January 11, 2026 at 3:01 PM
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lindzmcleod.bsky.social
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.”
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.
January 10, 2026 at 2:07 PM
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brianbilston.bsky.social
This year was also the year in which I failed to write a new end-of-year poem.
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
December 31, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
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.
December 22, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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simonscatofficial.bsky.social
Cosy Days ahead!
December 3, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
I believe that the key to a happier life is to read more books, eat more scones, and use more Oxford commas.
December 3, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
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?
November 30, 2025 at 4:52 PM
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This is the look boy cat gives the printer...
November 24, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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coleandmarmalade.bsky.social
So it begins…
November 24, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Just found a whisker on top of the printer. *Looks at printer-obsessed boy cat*
November 24, 2025 at 4:22 PM
authorhmmckim.bsky.social
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.
November 6, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
The world may be quite turbulent at the moment, but we can all take at least some solace in the fact that bookstores exist.
November 5, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
I don't trust anyone who doesn't consult their pets when making important life decisions.
November 5, 2025 at 12:04 PM
authorhmmckim.bsky.social
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?
November 4, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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offthemarkparisi.bsky.social
Fuzzy-mandering
November 4, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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simonscatofficial.bsky.social
Happy Halloween! 😾🎃🦇
October 31, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
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?
October 18, 2025 at 12:20 PM
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Cute game 🙂
October 3, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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We Apologise for the Unintended Relevance of this Poem
asls.org.uk Association for Scottish Literature @asls.org.uk · Oct 1
For want o luve we live on hate,
For want o Heven praise the State,
For want o richts we worship rules,
For want o gods the glibbest fules…

—Sydney Goodsir Smith, “Prolegomenon: The Deevil’s Waltz”
in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS
#Scots #poem #poetry #Scotstober #richts
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Sydney Goodsir Smith Prolegomenon The Deevil’s Waltz Rin an rout, rin an rout, Mahoun gars us birl about, He skirls his pipes, he stamps his heel The globe’s gane gyte in a haliket reel. There, the statesman’s silken cheats, Here, the bairnless mither greits, There, a tyrant turns the screw, Here, twa luvers’ broken vows. Enemies out, enemies in, Truth a hure wi the pox gane blinn, Nou luvers’ lips deny luve’s name An get for breid a chuckie-stane, We kenna hert, we kenna heid, The deevil’s thirled baith quick an deid, Jehovah snores, and Christ himsel Lowps in the airms o Jezebel. The sweit that rins frae his thorned brou Is black as the staunan teats o his cou In the waltz o tears, an daith, an lies, Juliet’s fyled wi harlotries. O luve itsel at Hornie’s lauch Skeers lik a caunel i the draucht, The dance is on, the waltz o hell, The wund frae its fleean skirts is snell. It whups black storm frae lochan’s calm, Sets banshees in the house o dwaum, Gars black bluid spate the hert o me —An watters guid-sirs’ barley bree! A few damned feckless fanatics Wad halt the borneheid dance o Styx, Their cry o truth the whirlwind reaps, For pity’s deid, and mercy sleeps. Orpheus alane dow sauve frae deid His ravished Bride gin but she’d heed— Ay, truth an luve like Albyn’s life Hing wi a threid, kissed be a knife. Ilk derkenin owre some huddered toun The pipes an fiddles screich an boom, The cauldron’s steered by Maestro Nick Wi a sanct’s shin-bane for parritch-stick. He lauchs his lauch, the angels greit Wi joy as they dine on carrion meat; Ablow, bumbazed, dumfounered cods, We seek the starns in dubs an bogs. Oor ingyne’s deaved, oor mous are shut, Oor saul contract like a runkled nut, Een cannae see the trees for the wuid An hert is cauld for want o bluid. For want o luve we live on hate, For want o Heven praise the State, For want o richts we worship rules, For want o gods the glibbest fules. Obey, Obey; ye maunna spier! (Libertie’s disjaskit lear!) While Cloutie pipes it’s crime tae think, —It’s taxed e’en higher nor the drink! O, rin an rout, we birl about, Tae the rhythm o the Deil’s jack-boot, Black as auld widdie-fruit, Mahoun Bestrides a kenless mappamound.
October 1, 2025 at 12:01 PM
authorhmmckim.bsky.social
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.
October 1, 2025 at 10:44 AM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
At the end of the day, aren't we all just working hard to give our pets a better life?
September 27, 2025 at 2:08 PM
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hornesupremacy.bsky.social
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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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
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September 23, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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whimsicalmuse.bsky.social
If we can’t read Bram Stoker's Dracula together whilst enjoying a vintage bottle of Château Margaux paired with dark chocolate tiramisu in front of a crackling fire in a Victorian mansion during a full moon on a cool October night with the sound of wolves in the distance, then what’s the point?
September 21, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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orkneylibrary.bsky.social
Let them watch Hey Duggee on an iPad
A book titled Raising Milk Goats the Modern Way
September 17, 2025 at 9:17 AM
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fafnirjournal.bsky.social
In “The Cultural Work of Fantasy in the Anthropocene" Marek Oziewicz celebrates the potential of fantasy to provide new models & patterns of thinking to counter the ecocidal status quo and underlines the genre's importance in educating citizens.

Read for free here: fafnir.journal.fi/article/view...
August 7, 2025 at 9:46 AM