Bam, Strategist of the Couch Arm

"Her eyes, wide, watchful, and eternally

judging your every move -- and she is not

impressed. They hold the weight of a

thousand hearthside "perceived" betrayals,

each one carefully recorded in her ever-

growing Book of Betrayals"

She is Bam.

Boots and Mittens.

The Strategist.

The one who watches from the shadows and remembers everything.

This photo — taken in the sacred moment between summoning and judgment — captures her essence. She does not emerge for affection. She emerges to assess. To catalog. To silently declare, “I saw that.”

this is one of her favorite hiding spots she can see but not be seen

Her thumb sticks out from her mitten like a sigil of authority. Her gaze pierces through furniture, through time, through your flimsy excuses. She is the keeper of the scrolls, the silent chronicler of cuddle misallocations, food bowl delays, and the unforgivable act of scritching Luna during the Noon Rite (naptime — her naptime, mind you)

She does not forget.

She does not forgive.

She simply adds another entry.

this is the look that you know she’s making an entry in her book