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Sep 9, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
Article submitted by a guest writer.  If you have a Shtankadoodle post idea, list it in comments.
Sep 4, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles

A turn to the left—now a little to the right.  Just purr-fect.  So today is my first ever photo shoot, the one where I have to model.
Sep 3, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: wivvle
Well, I must say last night was a doozy (especially for an old kitty cat)!
Sep 2, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
Aug 29, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
Well…actually I have. Sort of. You see, I am the purrito (thanks to my lousy pets) and I am the new Grr-ger King special

 

Aug 28, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
I love meal time!  It’s what a fluffy cat like me looks forward to everyday—besides the fighting and sleeping.  My favorite part about meal time you might ask?  Eating.  (That might be a given though…I don’t know?)
Aug 27, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: wivvle
Meow to all my kitty-friends!!!  I have a semi important topic to share with you today.  First and furmost, I must show you a picture.  Recently, (as in about 5 months ago) my pets (humans) gave me a haircut.
Aug 26, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
Ocee, this letter was supposed to have been delivered to you a long time ago, but it wasn't, so while you have learned many of these lessons on your own already, I will read the message to you anyway:
Jul 14, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
So we've covered what I do everyday around my house, but not what I do every night.  So meow I'm going to explain.
Jul 11, 2014
Category: Captain's Logs
Posted by: weedles
So today I ate my food.  I was a little disturbed that even though I have bad eyesight, I noticed that it had some powder on it, so that means that either my pets are trying to poison me or give me medications.

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Oct 4, 2020
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

A hospital bed.  Wha…?  Why? Again?  Nugget’s bleary yellow eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of the cold, concrete room he was being kept in.  A long row of hospital beds lined the endless, grimy wall, but his eyes were too unfocused to see them.  Instead, it was the smell of weak alcohol cleaner that told him exactly where he was. Nugget tried to push himself up onto his legs, but a sharp, stabbing feeling rent his stomach.

Jul 3, 2019
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

Button’s paws pressed against the iron door, supporting her as she stood up on her two hind legs and tried to peer down the long, narrow row of identical white cells.  The only thing different about each individual cell were the foul creatures that inhabited them, and really, Button thought, even they didn’t seem to vary much in size or demeanor.

Jul 6, 2018
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

Yet another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines On Lactolia."

May 15, 2018
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."

Like usual, its so long that its painful! (But you know you can't resist reading it, anyway.)

Mar 6, 2018
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."

Dec 16, 2017
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

An addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."

Nov 10, 2017
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

A spin off the of the much-loved "Star Cats" series.

Jun 2, 2017
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

The behind-wiggling sequel to 'The Big Dent' Part 1.

Nov 19, 2016
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles
With Captain Shtankadoodle's prized vessel now all-but-destroyed in a brutal comet collision, the crew (Shtankadoodle included) isn't certain what to expect on their return to earth!  Find out in: The Big Dent, Part I
Oct 1, 2016
Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

As if the threat of a comet bound for the Solera Station didn’t seem looming enough, with the entire ship induced into a nervous, whispered panic, Subcommander Ocee could only keep from biting her claws and resisting the impulse to shrink away into a tight cranny—a box, a nook in the insulation, a raccoon trap—anything would do, really, to get away from this news:  Lieutenant Lucky had just confirmed that the comet everybody was worried about was only seventeen minutes from impact.