BureauCat

06/05/2025

“Having many cats is good. If you feel bad, you look at the cats and you feel better, because they know that everything is just the way it is. You don't have to be nervous about anything. And they know it. They are saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you will live. If you have a hundred cats, you will live ten times longer than if you have ten.One day, this will be known and people will have thousands of cats."
-Charles Bukowski-

28/04/2025

17/04/2025

Just dropping a smile into the feed for anybody that needs one today. (And some bonus saucer eyes!)

Thank you so much for being here and smiling with us. Your presence is so valuable to our family and we appreciate you more than words can say! 🫶😻

11/04/2025

Greetings, Unfortunate Souls (again). It seems my previous lament managed to seep into the shadowy recesses of the internet where the deliciously deranged dwell. While I normally treat popularity with the same enthusiasm I reserve for balloon animals and daylight, I was informed that many of you found my words... relatable. (Disgusting.)

Still, and I say this through gritted teeth and withering side-eye, your dark encouragement did warm the frigid tomb that is my heart, briefly, to a balmy 32°F.

Yet, yesterday evening, I remained haunting the shelter, surrounded by pastel plushies, aggressively peppy staff, and kittens who prance like they’re auditioning for some insipid Disney remake. I had begun preparing my retaliation against the humans for this fruitless charade of online affection. My plan involved knocking over their iced coffee and perhaps whispering Latin curses from my kennel.

But then… something happened.
Something even I didn’t see coming.
A human arrived.

Not one of those squealing, “She’s so cute I’m gonna cry” types. No. This one was different. Unruffled. Quiet. She didn’t look at me like I was a Pinterest project. She didn’t speak to me in baby talk. She simply… saw me. Not through rose-colored glasses but through the shadows. She didn’t flinch. So I didn’t either.

She chose me. And though I am made of claws and curses, I chose her too.

Do not misunderstand me. I remain emotionally unavailable, allergic to joy, and thoroughly unimpressed. I will continue to judge you from atop the refrigerator and swat away your jam-encrusted hands. But now... I do it with a person.

Not just any person. My person.

Now, I’m not going to say, “There’s someone for everyone.” That sort of nonsense belongs on a throw pillow in a room that smells like cinnamon and lies. But I will say this: If you are strange, if you are solemn, if your soul is more crypt than confetti...You may want to reconsider eternal solitude. There may be someone out there who sees the strangeness in you and calls it home.

And if not, well, perhaps the humans will write a post for you, too.

🖤
Wednesday

01/04/2025

The Bountiful Bowl Pet Food Pantry is to help those individuals and families who are struggling financially to feed their pets.