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  • Sir Percival’s Paw-litics of Consciousness…

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    Mae Faurel
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    “Listen carefully, because I don’t repeat myself, unless it involves food.” From my vantage point, which now includes both celestial rafters and the occasional phantom armchair, I see your so-called ‘shift in consciousness. You humans are acting like it’s some grand revelation, but to me, it looks like when a kitten finally notices its tail.…

  • Sir Percival Ponders…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Sir Percival Ponders: Paw-litics, Plandemics & the Purr-suit of Truth… By Sir Percival, Tomcat of Truth, Archduke of the Afterlife. Well well well… she’s been thinking again. Always dangerous when a woman starts seeing past the curtain, isn’t it? I’ve been watching from the Great Beyond, curled up on my celestial windowsill, tail twitching in…

  • 🐾A Message from Sir Percival…🐾

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    Mae Faurel
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    A Turf Shed, a Tyrant, and a Tomcat’s Truth… Message from Sir Percival: Ah, my dear human. I see you’ve returned to the farm, tender, mended, and half-glued together with stitches and stubbornness. A lesser creature would’ve fled. But you? You came home to heal. And what greets you? The unmistakable stench of testosterone and…