IDEA: Meownton Abbey.
Cats in period costume as the upstairs residents. Cat owners as the staff.
nb: I may have had this idea after a bottle of wine.
24 days until vunderbarh is in the same actual city as me and online and Portland worlds will collide, drinks will be had and ALL OF THE TELEVISION will be talked about and I will make her place the food order so I can be that person with the cool-accented friend and no I’m not at all excited why do you ask?
"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.
"Stop," whispers the wallet.
"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.
I mean, my heart is more like “SHUT THE EVER LIVING FUCK UP, you shit bags. WE WILL BUY THE BOOKS, AND DAMN THE TORPEDOES.” But other than that, yeah.