The Muslims noticed first. A particular vibration ‘like stars or spikes’ three notes, hapatic feedback. It started like a lottery no one entered. A completely unredacted international federal file on each conscious human, laid bare like sheep after razor, and the entire phone locked until it was read in full.      There were three types,… Read more

We met for tea daily, partially because I feared he would leave and never return.      I reminded myself “same river, closer to the source” and reminded myself whatever I felt was likely small and trite compared to greater sensitivities I had not yet developed.        I protect privacy, sometimes, by writing about myself.  I… Read more

“I thought a change of venue would be nice,” stated Cat, today his accent was English.  “We do not have much time to speak, we need to continue the cat stories- they are more effective than missives”    I simply sighed.  I described the dinner, he provided the pre-supper drama.  I ordered a Halal cheesesteak… Read more

The Kitty SIS maintains full spectrum on boarding techniques for Catnadian’s seeking Agency.       Kitty SIS is still deciding whether or not they wish full responsibility, honor, or liability for a dream or protected service proposal involving cats in academia, Islam, Asatru, Discordianism, radio, and espionage, but nothing can be proven or disproven except outcomes.… Read more

Personal responsibility is a bitch.      And there I was, after my stroke, after I broke my hourglass on the floor and found Rob poisoned online with the same symptoms I committed to die from until I screamed at YouTube “WHAT THE FUCK ROB, YOU NEVER HURT ANYONE-  WHO THE FUCK WOULD POISON YOU, FOR… Read more

An elder gray Tomcat neatly grabbed the younger calico by the scruff and vanished into the invisible den under the corner of the building which lead to a neatly carpeted alcove between the wall and basement window.       Although much smaller, and slightly fluffy, he did not compare to all the varieties of silver, grey… Read more

Above all, he was beautiful & sharp. “For us both to survive this, I need you to recognize me no matter what form I wear,” And I agreed, his lines were jackal-smooth.       Next time I saw him he was blond.      “I no longer care for my prior form, I find it disappointing &… Read more

I remember the last Intelligence War, How I awoke in dreams. To the wars, the bombs,the fires, the wreckage, poisoned and safe under a sheild of owl- soft lavender-slate gray wings raised by a dark, stressed & belabored soul in black. I was too injured to move far at the time- but I curled closest… Read more

“There are no Sabre-toothed tigers in Islam,” stated the scholar, with great self righteous assurance.     “Well, it seems you need to revise that premise,” replied the sabre-toothed tiger sitting pertly between the columns, tail thumping quite impertinently, “It seems Islam has sabre-toothed tigers”     “Are there not Sabre-toothed tiger religions for your kind?” inquired… Read more

A self-proclaimed great man invited himself to comment on the state of faith & sanity of a Fakyr he never met.     When he arrived at the Fakyr’s home with his full regalia, limousine and driver, and every possible Islamic credential….      …He was turned away.      “I don’t watch television and do not know… Read more

    “Please, be my friend,” said Leo, whom did not live up to his name, the black and white cat.     He was not quite a tuxedo, however, the most remarkable thing about him was his very slight resemblance to the actual school mascot, an allegedly temperamental Pallas Cat named Sraosha, kept entirely near the… Read more

ViaThree Rivers RaidhoThe Dancing Boy Written byAlexei Romanov Pahlavi   Rarely, did Amerikan Shuyoukh ever have the privilege of entering Iran & Afghanistan.  However, for you, receiving  that invitation was a matter of natural progression.       You flew via Emirites, first class suite, and even lead prayer for other first class passengers as the flight… Read more

From:Three Rivers RaidhoCat Sheikh. Written by Alexei Romanov Pahlavi Here is the entirety of all the cat stories I have written thus far- the origination was literally a dream from several years ago and a chalkboard drawing “of a normal cat with a normal name” so long ago Harambe was still living. Enjoy the following… Read more

Abstract:This ongoing series uses speculative allegory to examine how institutions manage harm, responsibility, and truth. Through recurring animal figures, administrative settings, and broadcast metaphors, the work explores how suffering is often reclassified as “narrative,” “human resources,” or “creative output” to avoid accountability.Rather than offering heroic resolution, the stories emphasize care, documentation, and refusal. They ask… Read more