Franzi Katzka

A sleek black Oriental Shorthair cat wearing a dramatic black mask and high-collared futuristic cloak, standing in a cinematic sci-fi setting surrounded by armored figures.

The SchmutzShow: The Schmutz Awakens

The Schmutz Show: The Schmutz Awakens Schmutz has mastered the art of weaponized stupidity. She will sit—eyes wide, ears slightly askew, mouth barely open as if a single thought might be too much to handle—until the humans crumble under the weight of
February 11, 2025
A collection of frayed and well-loved cat toys—small braided ropes with bells—displayed on a cozy surface. In the background, a sleek black Oriental Shorthair cat watches over them with wide, curious eyes.

The Birth of Bommel: A Love Story in Strings and Chaos

Before there was Bommel, there was only the storage box. A sturdy thing, unremarkable in its function—until my eyes fell upon the cord. It dangled from the lid like a siren’s call, an unassuming thread of potential, whispering promises of play and
February 4, 2025
A laptop with an external stock market monitor displaying rising green charts. On the back of the laptop, a sticker reads 'Eat the Rich,' capturing the irony of criticizing wealth while engaging in financial markets

Ethical Outrage, Convenient Profits: The Double Face of our Moral

The “Shining Armor” Syndrome Everyone wants to be seen as a valiant critic of corporate greed and economic inequality. The online discourse is ablaze with passionate takes on monopolies, unethical labor practices, and billionaire excess. But beneath the carefully curated moral posturing,
November 8, 2024
A sleek black Oriental Shorthair cat, Franzi, sits proudly in the foreground wearing a colorful birthday hat, looking smug and victorious. In the background, a dramatic feline scene unfolds: another Franzi perches regally on a chair, bathed in golden light, while Schmutz flops on the floor in exaggerated defeat. Scattered birthday hats and treats hint at a recently concluded feline coup

The Birthday Coup: Franzi’s Rise to Power

For years—which, given my tender age of two, is impressive—I have suffered a great injustice. Every birthday, the humans celebrate us, yet somehow, Schmutz always takes center stage. The crooked tail. The dramatic leaps. The way she effortlessly commands attention just by
October 4, 2024