The Black Dragon

The Black Dragon
The Black Dragon
by kittehboi and ChatGPT

The Uda tennō gyoki (宇多天皇御記) is the personal diary of Emperor Uda, the 59th emperor of Japan. It contains the oldest surviving written record of a pet cat in Japanese history.

OTLFP August 2026 Wrap-Up

Hi everyone, 

Ooh, and there goes another month! 

Hope everyone is keeping well and safe. 

For August’s first show, Peppy shared tales of his wonderful life following his rescue from the snow. Peppy had some funny food stories, tales of fun beach trips, and stories of lots of fun with his pals. 

Next up was Brenda, who shared her growing brood and all their mischief and adventures. Hold up! Where’s the TV remote gone! BRENDAAAAA! Brenda was also super helpful for pals by adding alt info for all her tweets. Inclusive for all! Great job, Brenda.  

For the next show, we had a guest host helper as Pixie’s mama was travelling. Wilbur Wonkey McDonkey stepped in to help Millie and keep the show running. And he did a great job! 

It was lovely to hear about all the summer fun everyone has been having. We also had a marvellous selection of things at our virtual picnic!

The last show of the month, we had Otto on the show. Otto shared about being rescued from a car and creating Catsofanarchy and fun shenanigans with pals and the Christmas tree! Our final August show also featured at Catnipalooza26, too!

We also had the Ruffriderz ride reveal for the September ride to Korea! 

In the OTLFP adoption segments, we also featured lots of pets in rescue needing homes, and we hoped that the featured pets would find their forever homes very soon.

Good luck to Teddy in Wisconsin with HOPE Rescue. 

Sunny in Hull, UK with Oakwood Rescue, and 

Susie in Oklahoma, USA, with Pets & People Rescue. 

We are also keeping our paws crossed for all the other pets in rescue centres who are all waiting patiently for someone to give them a second chance at a forever home. 

We have a fun-filled diary of guests planned for September and beyond, so hopefully we’ll see you there! 

If you have any ideas on guests we could feature, please message @MillieOTLFP @Pixie_Tooth or @OfftheleashFP 

So until next time, stay safe, and we look forward to seeing you all for the shows next month. 

Love and hugs, Millie, Pixie, and the #OTLFP team

Music time!

Good evening! Dis is Bart!

And dis is TJ! We’re writing together again!

Bart: Dat’s right! And guess what we’re writing about????

TJ: Daddy’s 70s countdown!

Bart: You see Daddy always listens to these old songs counted down again. Honestly, a little embarrassing.

TJ: Dere’s this song called ‘Margaritaville!’ What does that even mean?

Bart: I think da guy was getting drunk.

TJ: Stwange title.

Bart: And then there was dis weird song called ‘Christine Sixteen’

TJ: Dat sounds naughty.

Bart: I think it is silly.

TJ: Den he had the Star Wars theme.

Bart: I like that song. I liked R2D2.

TJ: I guess. Better than dat streak song.

Bart: And dat song ‘bout an undercover angel.

TJ: Why does an angel need to be undercover? Dey can fly, right?

Bart: Look at dis one, TJ! A barracuda! A song about a barracuda! Singing about fisshies!

TJ: Daddy’s music is so weird, Bart.

Bart: How about dis song TJ? Do you wanna make love? Or do you just wanna fool around?

TJ: Dat’s the same thing, Bart!

Bart: Daddy’s music is so embarrassing. If you other doggies are in the same boat, be patient.

TJ: And howl whenever da songs come on!

Bart: Well, dat’s it! We will see you next time!

TJ: We love our daddy, even if his music is dumb.

Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth

Mad Mabel Sally Hepworth

Hi everyone. Welcome back to Meet Me at the Bookshelf! *Sassy wavy paws!

Today I am reviewing a book called Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth.This book is a stunning mystery doused with a deeply twisted family tragedy. Brutal twists and turns galore keep the pages turning, which include a tiny, twice -rescued Chihuahua named Nugget.

The story centers on a woman, now called Elsie Fitzpatrick, living a quiet, nondescript life in a community neighborhood in Australia. Like most communities, this one has nosy neighbors, fantastic dogs, single moms, and kids that pester older adults.

The story’s star, 81-year-old Mabel, currently lives discreetly under a different name. She and her pal, Daphne, prefer quiet days and instead are being annoyed daily by both Nugget, a yappy Chihuahua owned by Ishaan, Mabel’s 93-year-old next-door neighbor and nemesis, and the seven-year-old kid across the street, Persephone.

Persephone, notebook ready, crossed the street one afternoon. She stated she needed to interview an elderly person for her school project. She approaches Elsie and announces that she feels Elsie is 167 years old so she has chosen Elsie for the interview. Daphne, Elsie’s friend, is thrilled that someone else will be interviewed.

As they try to conduct the interview, the dog next door, Nugget, is seriously carrying on and loudly yapping, and her owner, Ishaan, lo-and-behold does not come out to quiet her.

Persephone, still trying to finish her assignment, casually states she thinks Ishaan is dead. Elsie asks when anyone last saw him.

When no one can answer, the 81-year-old Elsie hops the wall, and after scraping her legs on the wall and hobbling into the house, she sadly finds him deceased in the home.

Nugget stops barking.

Mabel Waller, the youngest person ever convicted of murder in Australia, may have killed Ishaan, according to a neighbor, though the police refused to take Nugget.

The tale is off and running.

The book goes back and forth between the life of Mabel the child, who lost her baby sister to polio and whose mother walked off a balcony to her death, and Elsie the adult, who is lonely and misunderstood.

It is beautifully told.Her mother’s sister, Cess, took Mabel in and raised her in her mother’s mansion while her absent, wayward father gallivanted around. Mabel is not popular at school and is teased and bullied constantly.

A turn of phrase alerts her at school that it is in fact her dad that tells vicious stories to the neighbors about Mabel, calling her Mad Mabel, ruining her reputation, and making sure she has no playmates. Mabel feels devastated.I understood Nugget was sent to Mabel for a reason after Momma read me the sad parts of her past. I was pretty sure Mabel was a kind and honest person.

Mabel houses Nugget, given that shelters lack space and the dog trusts only her. The police interviewed Mabel twice and seemed afraid of her.

They took one of her shoes for DNA evidence. I informed Momma that they could take both. When I eat a shoe, Momma tosses out two shoes instead of giving me the second one. Nerve that!

The police imply Mabel killed Ishaan. The word is out and several picketers arrived in the neighborhood to hassle Mabel.The neighborhood is now bustling with activists, news vans, and criminals. Persephone’s apparent father suddenly attempts to mingle with them multiple times before he tries to get into his kid’s home.

Mabel, with Nugget supporting her, approaches the man for a conversation. She called the police to no avail.

Mabel tries to get the picketers to leave her alone and leave her community. No one will help. A pair of YouTubers contact Mabel and ask to do a documentary, finally giving her side of the story. With no other choice but to clear her neighborhood of the activists, she agreed.

Mabel then watches the child at her home while Persephone’s mother works at night.

The story moves back and forth between the past and the present. Gorgeous, lyrical, and moving.

Momma had leaky eyes, and I found a Crocs chew to munch while she read to me.

I give this book five paws up!

It will make you think about judging others, innocent victims, and crime. Read it for a great time.

We wuvu u and we will see you next time for Meet Me at the Bookshelf.

*Sassy wavy paws!

Da Nerve: A Column by Sassy

Have you ever wondered why all the good stuff is hidden under a hard shell? Like watermelon? Let me at it! Yum. Da Nerve!

Knock Knock. Who’s there? Ooze! Ooze who? Ooze a good dog! Bahahah. Wuvu. Da Nerve!

Why do peeps have to blow their noses? Super loud and messy, if you ask me. Dogs and cats don’t do it. Not ever. Get with it, humans. Da Nerve!

Knock Knock. Who’s there? Defense! Defense who? De Fence has a hole in it and that is how I chased the bunny! Da Nerve!

Do you ever stop to think what people did when they saw an eclipse back in the 1500s? Must have fweaked Em out! Lots of running around. Thinking it was all over! Hee hee. I just napped through this one. Da Nerve!

Knock knock. Who’s there? Leash. Leash who? Leash you could do is take me for a walk! Da nerve!

Why is it OK for peeps to wake us up to go to things like the pup daycare, or da vet, but it is not OK for us to wake them up for walks and hugs? Da Nerve!

Knock knock. Who’s there? Eileen! Eileen who? I leaned over to pet the dog and fell off the bed. Da Nerve!

Kissy Noses and Deeper Thoughts

Kissy Noses and Deeper Thoughts

Do you ever wonder what the point of an eclipse is? I think, nod, nod, it is like a windshield wiper getting the snow out of the way so Momma can drive. No wait. Would that mean we would get wiped off the planet? Mmm, Deeper Thoughts.

Do you ever wonder where birds go at night? I hear them chirping in the morning, but never at night. Kissy nose.

Of all the animals in the world, why did the raccoon get opposable thumbs? Birds ask this all the time. Deeper thoughts.

Nipclub August 13, 2026: Sekurity Update

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Nipclub August 13th, 2026, Sekurity Update by Slinky, @Slinky_the_Cat, Sekurity Agent, Late Nite shift

It’s an eclipse party! We’re all wearing special viewing glasses!

I was a little late tonight because of some human-caused thing involving a “networking event”, whatever that is.

Pearl was serving up the sugar group when I walked in and took off my eclipse viewing glasses. Chocolate eclipse niptinis and cake! The gang was there, but Gator was in X-jail for posting too many tweets, but he used an alternate account so he could party with us.

Pearl served deep-fried butter to Mizz Bassie, and I joined in the conversation as I was reluctant to try it; wondering why butter? But humans will deep-fry any food, especially at fairs. If they can fry ice cream, why not butter?

Harvey showed up with his eclipse viewing glasses on, and I asked if he could see the eclipse where he lived.

Gator talked about being in jail back when it was called Twitter and they called jail “Twitmo.“ Pretty funny! In the past, all the Nipclubers that went to jail regularly had alternate accounts with elaborately decorated jail cells. 

Gator showed us his cell, but it was pretty plain.  

Pearl served eclipsed pepperoni pizza and Black and Tans, which was basically a beer eclipsing! We munched on pizza and talked about Godzilla, trains, and bacon.

I realized LATE NITE had already started, but I hadn’t seen Louis, Angus, or K-Boi. None of the usual suspects. Pearl thought she had seen Angus earlier.

Angus arrived and filled in with some tunes because Louis was running late. “Mississippi Moon” by John Anderson was the first song. Delays seemed characteristic of that night. Gator nor I had heard of this artist before. We just know Jon Anderson of Yes. Pearl had made a tray of colorful exotic fruit cocktails, and I tried the dragon fruit daiquiri. Delicious!

Gator stayed up with us and dug up a classic cover (last week’s theme was bleeding into this week!) from the Dead Kennedys. Angus played another moon-themed song while Louis arrived, just in time, along with TJS’s fly-by greetings. Angus was still playing music; and Louis might also play music! It was awesome!

Moo returned for a short while for LATE NITE to say hello. Gator found another cover song by The Arrows, which was a British band we hadn’t heard of. Wow! Great band! The lead singer is Alan Merrill; the song was “I Love Rock and Roll”, made very famous by Joan Jett! I was mind-blown to find out that Joan Jets version was a cover!

Louis played music again: “Black Hole Sun” by Soundgarden (one of my favorite songs!), and “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me” by George Michael and Elton John; an epic duet. Gator remained to stay up for LATE NITE, and we talked about music.

It seemed LATE NITE was really a music listening party, and we were here for it!

Pearl left the bar with us, so we carried on with the party. It was mostly Angus, Louis, and I playing music. I put out a plate of moon pies for snacks. We were still listening to music, and it was getting late, but I was fading, so I bid my adieus.

Gator, Louis, and Angus kept playing songs longer, and I stepped outside and disappeared behind the moon. 

Until next week!

Slinky the Cat