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Christopher Paulsen
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Creator of the webcomic Precocious. Currently force-hiatused and disabled thanks to good ol' malpractice. Still trying to get back to creating.
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Many, MANY cat photos shall be shared, including foster kittens!
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The Battle Judge is meant to feel waif-like (tho she looks ~40), and I decided her stringy gray hair could be from a long-eared canid. The tries are mostly skinny salukis, with a couple spaniel-y efforts. I don’t think any succeed in feeling like her yet, but every process needs a step one!

*shrug*
A larger sketch attempt at The Battle Judge’s anthro form, and surely the best try so far - which doesn’t mean much. I doubt the look will ever be finalized, cuz Momentum isn’t a real story and it doesn’t matter! I’m still working on the “Saluki waif” idea here, tho I maybe made her ears more spaniel-y, as further proof I don’t know what I’m doing yet! Her hair - as opposed to the dark-shaded ears that visually look like hair - isn’t pulled back like in the other tries, and flops around loosely. I extended the scar that goes across her eyes to part of one ear, cuz she’d have jolted back and it makes sense a floppy ear would be left behind to take a hit as the sword swing continued. Also shows the injury when her mask is on. Under the mask are four implants to attach it, which (along with, or combined with, the mask’s shape) serves as her symbol. She’s on duty and not in her pajamas. When you’re a demigod, you get away with it! Her broach probably connects her closest contacts, to keep her up to date even when she’s in her dark room to do her work without the mask on. She’s holding a paper with eight circles, representing the eight Momentum cast members, chosen by stone discs. There’s a ninth circle in the center that is crossed out, symbolizing Rhenna causing a mess by sneaking into a group where fate shouldn’t have allowed it!
November 24, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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The elites are all based on my first OCs, made up when I was ~5, with stuffed animals representing them as I imagined stories.

Who’d’ve guessed that one day I’d give Cara and Charlotte fursonas based on the Pound Purries they started as!?!?

The proto-Battle Judge, tho, was a raccoon. Need 🐩 or 🐈‍⬛!
Three of my earliest characters, Frazier, Charlotte, and Cara, sketched as attempts to make them part of the Precociousverse’s version of Momentum. They have to be anthro’d!’ Each’s design is based off the Pound Purry plush cat I used to represent them when 5yo me was making up stories. Frazier (who was not a skilled mage, but followed with the girls’ journey and became an associate of the elite mage circle) was an orange tabby, and this design will probably stick for me. Charlotte was a gray tabby, and I’m still tinkering with her details - tho I should note all have slowed aging, meaning they’re ~45 at the time Momentum happens but look ~25, meaning they have surely changed hairstyles many times as they grew and all these looks could still effectively be canon. Finally, Cara was a white cat. The original stuffed animal might have been given faint stripes - searching now for a 1985 toy set doesn’t yield reliable results - and these days I’ve decided that means Cara is a white cat with some yellow fur patches. Where her yellow patches go isn’t finalized yet.
November 24, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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Another failure montage, but it’s proof I was trying something??

There’s a “council” in the Momentum world of kinda demigod mages who act as subtle janitors to help national stability, and one shows up at the end of each major Momentum arc.

I have not Precocized the late-story ones yet…
A sketch page of many tries to design a character, The Battle Judge, that looks like a waif-like Saluki or spaniel, who has a large mask over her eyes because her origin story is being slashed in the face with a sword, and he magic ability kicking in so hard it overdid it and made her eyes perceive way too much information! So she needs a mask of magic stone to filter things down if she’s in a place where there’s more light than from a small candle. I drew a lot of generic poses and expressions, cuz the main goal was seeing how the mask worked on an anthro form, and testing ways to draw the ears and hair. The Battle Judge has lived a long time and is saturated in power, so she wouldn’t be too expressive. To guard and aid humanity in her role, she has to let a lot of humanity leave her. A demigod with sloppy emotional regulation is what would lead to what people of Momentum call an “age of burning,” when unbalanced magic use leads to the fall of civilization and a dark age, before the world resets to try again! For those reading the alt text, good on ya! Also, I always feel odd plot dumping these silly details, but it’s kinda fun for me to see if I can remember the initial plans of 14yo Chrispy who challenged himself to write a fantasy story even tho it wasn’t his preferred genre. I committed, cuz I can’t imagine doing anything half-hearted!
November 24, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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A rundown of the foster family.

Mom Opal has a model’s face. She’s thriving now that others help handle her babies.

Moonstone and Blanco are the year-old and six-month-old all-white clones.

It’s law that an all-white shorthair cat birth a big fluffy black cat. Hi, Onxy!

And the gray-ish Jasper.
Momcat Opal, an all-white shorthair with an angelic face, after I set her next to a shelf cubby inside the catio to prevent her from running out the door after her wayward children that I was collecting. She was so nice and respectful of my wishes that she got into the cubby and fell asleep after this! The two all-white children of Opal. Moonstone is larger than her mom, and also has extra fluffiness (tho not nearly at her sister Onyx’s fluff levels), while little Blanco, who’s on the cat tower to matchup to Moonstone’s tallness, is more of a clone of his mom. Blanco is an extra-needy momma’s boy, while Moonstone is the shyest one and stays clear. Moonstone has smacked her younger siblings for getting in the way, and in turn been smacked by mother Opal! Blanco has often deserved the smacking. Big fluffy black (or dark brown) cat Onxy is in the foreground, in front of the catio pen’s cat tower. Behind her, you also see her younger sibling Blanco attacking a toy. A close up of young Jasper, who was curious and got close to the camera. The head blocks out the rest of the body. Jasper is a gray tabby - the only one in the family that isn’t black or white or both - with a lot of white fur too. He is absolutely gonna grow up to be one of those males with big round fat faces!
November 23, 2025 at 9:29 PM
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I don’t have too many foster family cat pics, cuz hugging five cats means little camera control, but here’s a moment when the two youngest snuck into my mom’s house and met her “unadoptable” foster fails. Blanco was very good. Jasper was ok, but a little worried.
When Blanco, a six-month-old all-white shorthair kitten ran inside my mother’s house, he got to meet mom’s foster fail kitties. Here, Blanco meets all-black cat Brownie, who is the official foster kitten assistant. Blanco is held down by me just as a precaution, cuz if he ran under furniture I might not get him back - or if he chose the wrong couch to hide under he’d spook the other, far less social, foster fail cat, Isaac. I held Jasper, a six-month-old gray tabby and white kitten, when I caught him running free, and let him see inside my mother’s house. He got to meet calico Cami, and Quicksilver (who, like his best friend Brownie, changed color as her grew up and is more gold now). Jasper accepted the others, but gave little sad meows if they got too close. In fairness, I was holding him and making him feel defenseless. The two escape artist kittens, after being lured back into their “catio” pen by food.
November 23, 2025 at 9:29 PM
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Visited the catio and the foster kitties today.

Petting five cats with two hands, while also want to snap photos, is difficult!

Oh, and they ALL run out the moment the catio door is cracked! (Good thing the catio is secured in a garage.) They must be bribed with food to return!
An all-black, longhair foster cat, named Onxy, meows at me (such audacity!) while she climbs around a shelf next to the catio. Like her siblings (and mother), she ran out of the catio door when I had my arms full with cleaning supplies needed to address this naughty family’s move of tipping over a litter box! Onyx sure is lucky she’s so beautiful! The four white-based members of the foster kitties, inside the catio, all looking up either at the camera or at my hand that was trying to point them at the camera. In my lap in the foreground is Opal, the mother, who is an all-white shorthair with a model’s face, and six-month-old Jasper, who is a gray tabby shorthair with many white patches. Next up is Blanco, a six-month-old all-white shorthair at my feet. He’s a little clone of his mom! Behind Blanco, next to the catio door, is Moonstone. She would also be a clone of Opal, but Moonstone is a medium hair, with a fluffy tail, and has harsher angles to her diva face. When I left the foster kitties, the children all gathered at the back of the catio to see me off. (Mother Opal fell asleep in one of the shelf cubbies, which is extra cute because I asked her to nap there so she would run outside after the kittens I was trying to wrangle for her. So respectful!) On the shelf opposite Opal sits the two six-month-old kittens, Jasper and Blanco. The fluffy year-old children are on the ground level. Fluffball all-black Onyx is curled up in a cat bed in the center, by the back wall. Half-fluffy Moonstone sits atop a cat cubby.
November 22, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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Today, in “Stressful Things I Definitely Don’t Have the Capacity to Deal With,” someone trying to help clean decided to mess with the shelf holding my laptop… and now it’s making grinding sounds it never has before, while taking ages to boot up. Will it quiet some if it ever finishes loading?

Sigh.
November 21, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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The entrance area dump land (it was meant to be my office for shipping, but then my health never recovered and my ambition made me look a fool) was kitty central tonight.

Porch kitty eating. Little Stuff wanting overflow treats. Pearl surprised. Dipper admiring his demonic reflection. Lula Lulaing.
A photo of the porch kitty, a dilute tortie, after she had dinner, with Little Stuff, a dark gray shorthair cat, lurking in the background next to the treat container. The porch kitty didn’t eat all her treats tonight, so Little Stuff got her way, and is now perpetually encouraged. Pearl, a light gray tabby shorthair cat, pokes her head out from behind a cat nap box with a serious expression. She has to jump out and turn the corner to escape, and what if the porch cat comes after her??? The porch cat has done it before! And by “coming at her” I mean “act friendly and want to cuddle.” The horror! Big Dipper, a dark gray fluff monster cat, is doing his reflection move, where he makes eye contact with your reflection instead of you proper. Since it is night, this results in him looking out a window and his glowing kitty demon eyes staring at you from the glass. Lula, the idiot brown tabby with white undercarriage cat, paces back and forth down the hall. He knows he can’t win a treat scramble against Little Stuff, and can only get a bite if I toss one from afar.
November 21, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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Went to feed the porch cat, and when I reached for the towel and pillow I use to protect myself from the cold floor and a sweet feral cat’s kneading in my lap… oh, I’ve stumbled on Pearl’s rest spot again!

I made Pearl anxious, then camera flashed her as she tried to sneak away. Poor gal!
The porch cat, a dilute tortie, eats her dinner as Pearl, a light gray tabby, watches from the desk above. Pearl is using the pillow and towel I have to protect me from a cold floor in winter and a sweet porch cat to kneads with claws in my lap, respectively, as a bed. There is an actual cat bed setup in a box on the floor, so clearly I failed here. A closer shot of my cat Pearl defiantly using the towel I was reaching over to grab before I noticed she was there. Pearl slowly tried to sneak out of the entrance area, but froze for a bit when she had to walk directly in front of the too-friendly porch cat, like the final turn of terror in the American Gladiators’ game of Assault.
November 21, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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Feeling ok today, tho my movement disorder was absolutely triggered hard from yesterday’s walloping. But side-effects are mostly gone!

Might as well share the other part of that recovery “how do sketch???” page, where I did rapid fire tries at Aaron, Tijo, and Jerrod before I crashed from fatigue.
Three super quick gesture-ish drawings of Momentim characters. At the top right is Aaron, an anthro Russian blue in this format, looking startled by the sassy Rhenna sketch beside him. (That Rhenna was made before the vax blowback, and is in a thread for better sketches.) On the middle left is a quick Tijo, also being startled by Rhenna (a solid choice, considering canon), who is supposed to be an awkward maned wolf, I forgot his markings and kinda quit on this one right away. At the bottom is Jerrod, an anthro lion in this format, who is the one I draw the least because I am no good at lions. I know he had his mane pulled to the front and tied up like if a neckbeard were good, tho I’m undecided on how he handles the mane on the back he can’t reach well himself. For now I like the idea of the gals he’s with always giving him a braid in the back. It would certainly be a visual connection to his childhood friend, Phoebe, who also has a braid! I don’t know what Jerrod’s clothing would be. Stop pressuring me!
November 20, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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Got the porch cat high again…
The porch cat, a dilute tortie shorthair, has her paw on the tail of an orange catnip mouse. She has eyes looking forward, cuz there is a second catnip toy out of frame. The porch cat, a dilute tortie, is on her side while playing with the orange catnip mouse. When she flips over, there’s a second catnip toy waiting for her. The porch kitty, a dilute tortie, has reached back to grab the brown catnip toy, and dotes on it as the other catnip toy rests by her. The porch cat, a dilute tortie, once again looks up with a focused gaze, as she guards her catnip toy.
November 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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A petunia seed that invaded a pot of clover has been trying to bloom even as cold snaps keep taking it out. Had I been more stable, I would have documented the whole process of blooms trying and dying, with the next one coming. Alas!

So I’ll toss in the unattended rose bush circle of life-ing too.
A pot of clover with a petunia plant growing out of it. There is a fresh bloom facing forward, and waning bloom behind it. Below are what’s left of frozen/dried/wilted older blooms. There is also fresh clover growth over a large group of freeze-killed clover that hands down the side of the pot. A close-up of all the fallen clover leaves by the pot the plant’s in, as the plant tries to push through despite winter attempting to murder it. A winter view of two rose bush branches. One has a new bud trying to bloom, and one has old and fallen blooms, and a rose hip growing. Circle of life. A shot from the side of the rose bush. So now the bud and the rose hip branches are joined with rose blooms that took a freezing night and are rather shriveled while remaining vibrant crimson.
November 20, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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The poor pull-out couch is ripped up to where metal shards poke out, so towels must give it a second skin. A piece of the mechanism broke, so it doesn’t convert well. One of its rollers rotted off! A sock must cover another leg, or the floor gets dented.

So, yeah, it’s gonna disintegrate some day…
A shot of the pull-out couch/bed in bed mode. Pearl the kitty is the lump under the sheets. You can see all the couch’s fabric is covered after 20+ years of cats wore it down. Pearl’s brother, Pirate, is in the background, and about to use the couch as a vault to leap across the room.
November 20, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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The loose chair cover that Pearl normally sleeps under got tucked in by a friendly helper who didn’t know, and I forgot to undo it.

So Pearl had to find another cover to get under for a cold night! Aww!

(The nefarious tucker wants me to toss the ancient pull-out bed, but…cats are so cute with it!)
A chair covered in a loose blanket that itself is covered in a crazy amount of cat hair. Cuz this is the cat chair. My grandmother refurbished this once, turning it from a super soft chair to an ok firm chair, and that slight downgrade took the chair out of sacred status, so enjoy, kitties! When the blanket is loose, my cat Pearl (sometimes with her brother, Dipper) sleeps under it at night. When a helper came by to clean the floors and windows, cuz that’s something I can’t do with my disability, they also tidied up a bit, and that included ticking the cover into the chair. Pearl lost her spot! The fold-out couch/bed has a lump under its sheets! Pearl needed a sheet to get under and this was the loose one! I lifted up the sheets to snap a photo of hidden kitten Pearl, who wasn’t too happy sharing her blanket realm with me.
November 20, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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Ok, the post-vax slam seems to be waning. And I am now tempered steel against those viral bastards.

I did one quick sketch to see if I could (which… eh), and now I’m tired. I didn’t start my day until 3pm, and slept on and off until 2pm, but a 10pm bedtime is still ok, right?
A generic pose blue pencil sketch of Rhenna, an anthro fox with wavy hair. Let’s ignore the proportion issues, cuz I was sick fighting that sucker virus from vaccination today,
November 20, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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And now a “we have cats at home” post, with Dipper in the “hammock” and Pearl underneath. Somehow dual playing with shoelaces ended up in attacking each other through the blanket roof. (That I am glad didn’t collapse.)
The kitty cat fort has a blanket suspended over the extension made with chairs, and Big Dipper the fluffy monster is using it as a hammock. Below him, his little sister, Pearl, is laying down. Pearl is looking at their brother, Pirate, as he runs by on the floor. Pearl the light gray tabby shorthair cat briefly pausing as she spins around while playing with a shoelace. She is inside the kitty couch fort. You can see the bulge in the roof above her, which is her big brother using the roof as a hammock. A close of up Big Dipper, a fluffy dark gray cat, using the kitty couch fort roof as a hammock. He looks so pleased with himself. Pearl on her back, smacking the lump in the “ceiling” that is her brother Dipper playing atop the blanket that’s suspended like a hammock.
November 19, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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Some pics from today’s visit to the new foster cats.

Opal the Momcat, and her two litters. The big ones, Onyx and Moonstone, in the small cubby are girls, and the two little brats, Jasper and Blanco, are boys. (We hope, cuz we scheduled neutering that way.)
Momcat Opal posing, with her two all-white clone children poking into frame. The year-old pair, Onxy and Moonstone (Onyx is all-black and fluffy and Moonstone is all-white and medium hair), despite being the biggest (who was these two gals’ dad???), are both crammed into one cat cubby space. Paws are reaching out the entrance towards a cat toy. Momcat Opal (all-white) and the two six-month-olds, gray tabby and white Jasper and all-white Blanco, congregate at the door to the catio, because their fosterer is sitting on the other side, the kittens started meowing, “Why wall?!!!?!?!?” and the meows got Opal to come and check on the whiny babies.
November 18, 2025 at 10:59 PM
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White cat showcase. (Sorry, Jasper.)

Moonstone being shy, with Onyx capitalizing, and mother Opal being pestered by little Blanco.
When food was set out, Moonstone joined us again. (To be fair, we spooked Moonstone the first time, cuz medicine was given.) Moonstone is a white cat like their mother and little sibling, but fluffier - mostly in the tail. Don’t worry, they’re about to be given their own food dish. Onyx, the fluffy black littermate of white Moonstone, lifts a paw to play fight with cornered-in-a-cubby Moonstone. When mom at Opal got in my lap, 6-month-old Blanco followed and got into the pile. You can see Opal’s weary-yet-kind eyes. Opal lying on my lap and kneading the air with her paws. There is a phantom white paw in there. It’s not AI, but child Blanco again crawling in to make a kitty pile!
November 17, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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The new fosters. They’re very friendly for non-kittens, which means we’re guessing they were likely taken care of by a kind, if stupid for not neutering anyone, wife… and boxed up and abandoned to die by a garbage husband. Standard Winchester trash, sadly.
An all-white shorthair cat, Opal, licks her lips while eating next to her six month old kittens, the also all-white Blanco and the gray tabby and white Jasper. Both kittens are shorthair. The two year-old children of Opal both have fluff to them. It feels like a law that a small shorthair white cat MUST have a child who is a large black longhair! Meet Onyx! We think Onyx is a she, but we’re gonna let a pro rescuer tell us cuz who can guess with all that poofiness? Here, Onyx looks out from inside the cat cubby. One of the six month old kittens, the gray tabby and white shorthair Jasper, is on his back in my lap. He’s winking and waving! Jasper is the energetic troublemaker of the young ones. (Blanco is wacky too, but prefers to be wild up next to mother Opal! “Look, mom! Mom! MOM! Looooook!!!!”) The year-old children, Onyx and Moonstone. Onyx, the super fluffy black cat, is a sweet cuddler. Moonstone is the only shy one of the four generations of cats we got. Moonstone can still be held, and will purr when receiving pats, but they mostly hide inside a kitty cubby they claimed.
November 17, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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Aaaand, after I sent an “on my way!” text, a CERTAIN SOMEONE won’t let me leave!
Pearl, a light gray tabby shorthair cat, gives a curious-but-annoyed look at the camera after she had a braid of blue, black and white shoelaces wrapped around her front half.
November 17, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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This has been a silly post, but typing out the alt text bought me enough time for my triptan to kick in. Now I can drive to see my mother’s foster kitties!
Three foster cats in my mother’s lap. This is what I’m soon to experience!
November 17, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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A migraine delayed a foster cat visit, so I’m posting old junk from my Momentum folder.

The theme is “going through it in blue/green lead vs feeling a bit better after,” featuring Tijo’s cursed mind (plus Aaron scanning him) and Nate doing a “neuron activates” story via unintended doubled pose.
Tijo, who’s a lanky and awkward anthro maned wolf in the “Precociousverse cartoon” version of Momentum, is standing up while looking very nervous. In this “unrelated sketches making a narrative” post, he’s ashamed of how messed up his brain proved to be, and how dependent he is on Nate and Aaron to keep him even half-steady. (Weird twist of fate the people with the exact skills needed to settle him ended up on the same quest, huh?) A blue lead sketch from years ago, from when I tried to interpret what it’d look like (to Aaron, who happens to be in a spot where he can perceive the ethereal ties between all life and matter) when Tijo got his cursed brain checked out using Aaron’s indigo/empathy magic. It’s… chaotic. And maybe fantasy slop, but who cares cuz Momentum the story is infinitely flexible and a theoretical creative training ground anyway. Considering I came up with the plot at 14, I was actually pretty ahead of where I should have been! Tijo, with an ethereal curse being visualized as mana dealies exploding from his head, is an anthro maned wolf in this version of Momentum. Aaron, the indigo mage, is appropriately anthro’d as a Russian blue cat. A recent sketch made in low light, so it was simple and shaky, of a grumpy Natalie sitting on the ground. Nate is a longhair brown tabby in this version of Momentum. Guess I could upgrade her to Maine coon if this Precociousverse cartoon wants to make each character a special type. An older sketch made of Nate, an anthro fluffy tabby in this version of Momentum, where she’s in a similar pose to the green lead sketch, but her face has lit up after she turned her head to… maybe see someone she likes? Aaron??!? It makes for an accidental two-panel story if you ignore her clothing being totally different in each sketch, since it’s just a coincidence the pose is close.
November 17, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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A new foster cat at my mother’s might interest you…
A fluffy black cat, with a foster name of Onyx, who’s about a year old, turns its head while wandering a foster space.
November 16, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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Disability post on today’s “big” task:

-Empty dishwasher
-Load dishwasher
-Clean non-dishwasher stuff in sink
-Run dishwasher
-Prep food
-Cook food
-Eat food
-Put dishes in sink
-Repeat all prior entries for dinner

How does anyone fit anything else into their day???? I wore down by step 4!
Cat tax. I believe this foster cat, a year-old shorthair white cat, got the display name of Moonstone. Moonstone is resting inside a cat cubby inside my mother’s “catio” foster space.
November 16, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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Btw, the foster kittens my mother was watching have been handed over and replaced with their mother and two older generations.

Three generations of white cats, one black cat, and one gray tabby with white patches. I’ll see them in person on Tuesday.
One of the three generations of white cats in my mother’s foster care. The youngest of the three generations of white cats. This one has a mild eye infection, or it may just be the remnants of precautionary eye meds. In all the shorthair white cats, of course one kitten would be a fluffy black cat! I believe this one is a year old. The other white cat. I’m guessing this is the mother, but don’t hold me to it. Whoever is the mother had so many litters in as short a time frame as medically possible, because Winchester is full of ignorant rednecks who screw things up even when they care. Typical Winchester redneck trash: The cat family was clearly cared for, but the carer never thought to trap and neuter… leading to an asshole overriding the carer and deciding the cats were too much. The cats were put in a box and abandoned on a road. Awful, and/or awfully stupid people in this town.
November 16, 2025 at 1:38 AM