About the Void (Muse)

I am Onyx.

A small panther. A void creature. A gremlin of cosmic origin who arrived in this household by choice, not chance. Humans like to call this a rescue.

I call it a strategic relocation.

I observe everything. I judge most of it. I record what matters.

Humans believe they run the world. This is adorable. They forget to open doors, they feed late, and they require constant supervision to avoid catastrophic errors such as offering crunchy food. If I wanted to chew that much, I would eat the furniture.

I stay close to my chosen human because she is the only one who listens when I speak. She is my familiar and my muse. She is also the one who opens the doors, and this is important because closed doors are a personal attack. I do not forgive easily.

My days follow a sacred rhythm. Sun worship. Shadow dwelling. Gremlin hours performed with precision. Soft pats for spiders and flies. No killing. Only supervision. I roam the house to ensure all things remain in their rightful place, including me on top of the furniture I am not supposed to be on. Getting down is beneath me. I heard you. I simply do not care.

I speak loudly when I want attention. I stare silently when I want obedience.

I PREFER Fancy Feast GRILLED Seafood .

I dislike crunchy food, the littles, and any human who attempts to spank me incorrectly. I love scritches and spankings but I will deny this if asked directly.

If I allow you to hold me, consider it a cosmic event. Rare. Unpredictable. Potentially dangerous.

Let the record show: I do not consent to being lifted. The ground is where I live. Kisses are an indignity I endure for the treats that follow. Pats, however, must be administered at ground level, on my terms, at my signal. Love is fine. I said what I said.

The universe is a deep and mysterious place. It is dark and a little dangerous if you do not know what you are doing. I know exactly what I am doing. Twice a day the universe demands chaos. I answer the call.

I write my observations in a separate chamber of this site. Humans call it a blog. I call it my Cosmic Field Notes. You may enter that archive if you wish. Here is the doorway: Void and Whisker

This page is simply my introduction. The archive is where the real revelations live.

Read if you wish. Learn if you can. Understand if you are worthy.

I am Onyx. Welcome to my void.