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Mowgli has claimed the pillow. Rodgit came back only to vanish again. And Akela? She is FUMING. Volume X of The Catdiva Monologues is here: betrayal, displacement, and a suspicious amount of TACO talk. 🐾 Read it before the pillow gets cold.

Volume X: The Rogit Return. The Pillow Theft. The Audacity.

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there’s a suitcase. rodgit is gone. poe is cuddling. akela has entered her observational era. no snuggles. no forgiveness. just damp towels and quiet fury. #CatdivaMonologues #AkelaSpeaks #RodgitLeftMe #ThailandSoundsFake #UnderlandDispatches #DramaticFelineEnergy 🐾

Volume IX: The Suitcase. The Sorrow. The Smothering.

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they hugged. each other. not me. the zine is finished. the betrayal is not. Rodgit returned. the red chair moved. something is coming. volume viii is live. i am in the cupboard. #CatdivaMonologues #AkelaJeanUnderland #ZineMoms #underlandreview #thiszineisalie

Volume VIII: The Zine, the Rodgit, and the Rains of Betrayal.

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Volume I: The Spaniel Situation — A Meowalogue in Three Whines

by the eternally tormented and maligned Akela Underland

C-ACT I: VIOLATION

They brought it home. That floppy, bug-eared interloper. That sycophantic imposter

It has breath like betrayal and a brain possessed by the caninion devil on LSD after coffee and a slurp of Red Bull.

I was mid-dream, drifting through velvet fields and canned salmon breezes, when the door burst open and in it stumbled—All legs and vomit breath That. Thing.

It had the audacity to sniff me.

ME! She tried to engage in… play. I am not a chew toy. I am a concept.

A Myth.

A legend

In my own snack break.

C-ACT II: ANGUISH

It is so unfathomably ridiculous stupid

It chases its own shadows for fun –

Such an ridiculous beast

A jaunty little turd

And more than that

It chases me.

Me!

Of course it is too dumb to stand of its over-sized paws for more than a nano second before it gets distracted by a chew toy or a bone or some other such inconsequence.

But. I cannot even sit in my Emotional Processing Box without the persistent pitter-patter of hellhound footlings violating my sacred aura.

Mother says, “She’s just a baby!” But I, too, was once a baby. And I did not bark in the face of divinity.

Nor eat rocks.

Nor, Mother, did I chase my own tail.

Imagine

Imagine that. Being so imbecilic that the tail becomes

merely an extension

of ones brain.

I would not have believed in such

Had I not seen it with my own

Irises.

And, Last night the gug infested thing  licked my paw. I have not recovered.

I fear

I shall never be the same

again.

I shall never recover.

C-ACT III: THE DEPAWMENT

I now reside on the highest shelf. I have rejected the floor entirely. I eat only in the cloak of darkness.

Clandestine.

Like a grubby little mouse sneaking around in my own

House.

My own sanctuary no more my own. I cry out in the twilight hours, seeking solace from the moon.

Even the moon is deaf to my suffering.

My pain.

I am not jealous. I am… aware. The world has grown cruel. And louder.

Still louder.

For I am tortured and harassed.

I shall therefore. Sleep.

The Catdiva Monologues

They brought it home. That floppy, bug-eared interloper. That sycophantic imposter It has breath like betrayal and a brain possessed by the

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"The Boy Died. And yet they pet Mowgli." – Akela Jean Underland, Volume VI #AkelaSpeaks #VengefulAndVelvety #FelineFury #WednesdayDrama #TheBoyDied #MowgliTheMoocher #CatContentButMakeItArt #writerscommunity #catdram #catdivamonologues

The Catdiva Monologues Volume VII: Return of the Rogit, Rise of the Miserable Sun. Descent.

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Locked doors. Sunburnt traitors. The scent of strange cats. In Volume V of The Catdiva Monologues, Akela Jean Underland chronicles her ultimate betrayal: left behind in a heatwave with nothing but the scent of salmon and regret. The humans have returned from Turkey—as if nothing happened. Rogit reap

The Catdiva Monologues Volume VI: Return of the Rogit, Rise of the Miserable Sun. Descent.

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"They went to Turkey. I stayed behind. He called me ‘girl.’ I peed next to the box. We all make choices." – Akela Jean Underland 🐾 #CatDrama #UnderlandDispatches #Purrsecuted #FelineFury #BiambulatorBlues #SuitcaseTrauma #AkelaSpeaks #UnlickedUnlovedUnimpressed #JusticeForBlankets #IWillPeeAgain

The Catdiva Monologues Volume V