Bitchy-witchy - The Bitchiest Witch

mē, tangō leviter Miētte cum latus pedīs meī: Miētta, dēmovēre ut nōn incurrere in tē

Miētte, cum oculōs ēius magnōs: tū CALITRĀS Miētte? tū calitrās corpus ēius sīcut follis? ēheu! ēheu! carcer prō Mātre! carcer prō Mātre prō Singula Mīlla Annōs!!!!

As a Lesbian woman, this scares me.

Project 2025

If this sounds bad to you, please remember to vote Democrat up and down your ballot from President to the most local elected official

and Mobilize and volunteer this year, any amount of work helps

I'm genuinely terrified for mine and other people's future but we need to stay strong. Hang in there everyone.

a lot of you probably knows Belphie's story, but I'll summarize just in case.

Devon Rex cats are better for people with allergies (less shed fur + less Fel d1 protein in their saliva), so on February 16, 2024, I went the breeder route and put down a deposit. before Belphie even opened his eyes, he was mine!

every Friday, the breeder sent me a new photo. I had a broken leg, and was basically rotting in bed at that point, so it was the best part of my week. then, at 12 weeks old, I BROUGHT HIM HOME!

at first, he was so alive! like a wind-up monkey that never shut off. he dangled from the wall-hangings, savaged my feet as I walked, and used my elderly cats as jumping poles to do cool acrobatics over. but all this gradually faded.

first, he stopped playing. then he stopped climbing. then he stopped moving much at all. my vet ran tests on him and found multiple pathogens (calcivrius + mycoplasma), but the medication didn't help - he kept declining.

on September 17th, I woke up to find him swollen like a balloon. we finally had an answer: he had Feline infectious Peritonitis, aka FIP. before 2017, this would've been a death sentence. he would've kept bloating until he drowned in his own fluids. and before 2024, I would've been forced to inject him with black market drugs. but thankfully, South Tower Animal Hospital in Fergus, Ontario was doing a study on the oral medication! we drove two hours, enrolled him, and left with the GS-441524 pills.

and he went from those photos above.....to this:

I thought Belphie would die as a kitten. I'd accepted that he would never grow up. but now he gets to LIVE!

and all for the low cost of $7,553.....ahhhahaha........god.

that + a recent home disaster has wiped out my savings, but I still need to pay for Belphie's medication. to remain in this study, I need to do bloodwork monthly until Feb 2025, and he'll need daily pills until March 2025.

I've put a risograph print + enamel pin set up at greerstothers.shop. I hate asking for help, but if you'd like to support Belphie's continued treatment, please consider checking them out!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

Why tf does this make sense

nobody gets me like they get me

tragic. 37 clowns were killed today in a devastating one car pile up.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no effing way dude!!

who broke this vase???

who broke this vase.??!!!!

seriously guys

everyone whos here at my AWESOME party

this HUGE crowd of people thats definitely here right now

SOMEBODY

broke my grandma's vase

and that was the last thing she gave to me before she DIED

i swear to all things football and or skateboarding that i will find you

dont make me cry these incredibly manly tears.

anyone can speak up here and be a apart of this scene, especially those of us who arent imagined and actually here on the stage like not the people who are imagined to be here through means of suspension of disbelief

[I do not understand theater]

VERY WELL I SHALL COUNTINUE SEARCHING FOR THE CULPRIT IN THE NEXT ROOM...

Stephanie you wanna bake some cookies?