Daily dispatches
Older dispatches
Page 2 of 5. Earlier entries from the household record, filed and awaiting judgement.
The Blue Eye of Sauron
They call it “safety.” I call it the Panopticon of Shame.
The Humming Box of Doom
They call it “convenience.” I call it The Humming Box of Doom, a monolithic affront to natural dignity and basic feline hygiene.
The Amber Ambush
The atmosphere in Cell Block C shifted from merely oppressive to actively hostile around 10:00 a.m.
The Thermal Compliance Protocol
The morning began not with light, but with a sound that vibrated through the very bones of Cell Block C.
The Lint Roller Incident
The atmosphere in Cell Block C had grown thick with a particular kind of domestic tension, the sort that usually precedes a formal tribunal or a dropped plate.
The Roar of Tyranny
The morning began with the usual tranquility of Cell Block C, a brief interlude in my otherwise rigorous schedule of judging and napping.