The BBHQ Midweek News Round-Up **IT SNOWED** ~ Parsley, Pandora and Melvyn Are Unimpressed, Smooch Lounging in The Lounge, and Hanging Off The Sofa with Fudge ~ **PLUS** Melvyn's Modelling

Pawesome Greetings Furbulous Furiends

Welcome to the first BBHQ midweek news round-up of 2026!

We hope your start to the mew year has been epic. 

Let's dive straight into the Mewton-Clawson weather report, one word - UUUUUGGGGHHHHH! But seriously, it got cold, then colder, then it decided to snow and freeze everything into a winter wonderland, which looked really pretty for about three minutes from the window. But really spoiled our mood when the door was opened and we got ambushed full force by an Arctic blast, with no respect or due diligence for feline sensibilities.

Thank cod the woodburner is in full swing, at least the sitting room is totally tropical, otherwise, we'd all be having a horrid start to January! MOL 

This was Monday night when the snow started, and yes, the T.T.T.B. has a mood light - well, mew wouldn't expect any less from us.

And here's the full moon at 7.13 am on Sunday morning.

It looks like it was nesting in the tree! MOL

Oh, and, and, and, guess what? Well, that's a rather bonkers question, because here at BBHQ, it could be anything from a wild pawty to a looping timeline, yes, we've had all that happen in the last few days! MOL

So, we'll just tell mew, we created a new page.

 OH MY COD, we hear mew say, what is it?

Well, there's the thing, because the Basilverse keeps getting riotously unpredictable as each year passes, don't ask why, we didn't plan it, it's just been an organic evolution of epic chaos that seems to have a mind of its own, and it's pretty much uncontainable at this point. So we decided to create a NEW READER STARTER PAGE.

Just look at the top-left sidebar or the page navigation above. Basically, it's to give a clear, friendly starting point so mew can explore the Basilverse without getting lost at BBHQ and in the bunker’s ever‑expanding maze of adventures, mysteries, and mildly explosive side‑quests. And to stop new readers from immediately getting bewildered, bamboozled, or teleported somewhere unexpected before they’ve even met the B Team.

Do mew like it?

Also, Pandora launched a brand new post on Monday, The Monthly Meow'o'Scope, so if mew missed what's in store for January, go take a look, as every star sign is there. Well, mew know she's into all that stuff, we just saw her heading off to the Crystal Room, with a new Tarot Deck, a bag of runes, a sage stick and a travel cup of catnip tea! MOL

So yes, it’s all go here as usual. Never a dull moment at BBHQ, mew know how it is!

Anyhoo, let's look at this week's news.

First up in the news

Parsley, Pandora and Melvyn Are Unimpressed

These three were severely unimpressed with the weather over the last few days.

Here's their conversation

Parsley (black cat in foreground): "Right, who ordered the Arctic blast? Because I’d like to return it. With claws."

Pandora (fluffy torti cat): "I stepped outside for two seconds, and my floof froze mid‑swish. I’m basically a walking icicle now."

Melvyn (white and brown tabby): "I saw snowflakes. Actual snowflakes. Falling. From the sky. Like some kind of frosty betrayal."

Parsley: "And the humans call it pretty. Pretty?! It’s a full-scale feline emergency. My paws are still recovering from last year’s frost trauma."

 Pandora: "I vote we barricade the door, light the woodburner, and declare a state of bunker hibernation."

Melvyn: "Agreed. I’ve already scheduled a nap in front of the fire and cancelled all outdoor missions until spring."

Parsley: "Excellent. Operation: No Snow Shall Touch These Toe Beans is officially underway.

#truestory! MOL

Next up in the news

Smooch Lounging in The Lounge

The P.A. took down the Catmas trees, and she always leaves the smaller wicker tree skirt for a few weeks, as Smooch loves it as a bed once it's turned upside down.

In other news...

Hanging Off The Sofa with Fudge

Fudge was hanging off the sofa the day, don't ask why, we have no clue! MOL

Finally this week

Melvyn's Modelling The Top Bandana Pick

The Zero Fox Given bandana is Melvyn's top pick for this week.

He had the purrfect amount of catitude today and even said, "Meowmy, it should say Zero Fluffs Given!" MOL

The P.A. replied. "Melvyn, leave that with me, I can make that happen!"

So watch this space for Melvyn's design request.

There were no distractions on the catwalk this week, except for Were-Dee-Go, aka W.D.G., the invisible monster who usually lives behind the sofa in the sitting room. However, in recent weeks, he's actually made it into the kitchen, and today, he had a new spot. Watch the video to find out where W.D.G. is this week! MOL

Check out Melvyn's videos on your preferred social media channel:

TikTok

Instagram

YouTube

Which one is your favourite this week?

That's us done for today. Amber will be back on Friday with another meowvellous book, and if mew missed any other posts, here are the links:

Sunday Selfies with Fudge

Monthly Meow'o'Scope 

Catmas Brain Training

Amber's Latest Book Review

Mew Years Pawty

Wishing mew a furbulous day, and remember to always...

Wing Commander Basil & The B Team 

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The Sunday Selfies and Caturday Art Blog Hops at BBHQ **FEATURING** Fudge's First Selfie of 2026

 

Supurr Sunday greetings, epic furiends

Welcome to another BBHQ selfie selection. Today, Fudge needed to be on fleek and centre stage, and oh my Cod, does he do that well or what? MOL

Fudge's First Selfie of 2026  

He's quite the character, very determined, knows exactly what he likes (freeze-dried chicken treats) and what he doesn't (worm pills and flea treatments! MOL).

We love this photo of him, he's such a ginger-licious dude!  

We're also joining in Athena's Fabulous Art Hop so do stop by and show off your pawesome arty-farty skills.

The effect was created with Befunky - AI Enhancer, Oil Painting GFX + colour changes to hue and saturation.

Click here to dive into this cat-tastic puzzle starring Ginger Ninja, height-loving feline Fudge! It’s a floof-tastic test of feline finesse, and guess what? 

We crushed it in just 8 minutes and 20 seconds. Can mew beat our time? 

Of course, mew can! MOL

Anyhoo, it's time for us to go and snoopervise outside, as it's been a little frosty the last couple of nights and the pond needs checking as there are frogs in it and the P.A. put a breather pipe in yesterday to keep the oxygen available, as the pumps are off due to technical issues. 

And then the birdbaths need defrosting, as those little tweeters need their water. Yes, we feed them too; they have half a dozen feeders with primo seed, four with suet, and two with mealworms; it's a veritable burd buffet at BBHQ! MOL

So, we'll see mew in the morning when we're sharing a brand new post, never seen before, and we bet mew can't guess for all the treats in the cosmos what it is!!! (Or maybe mew will! MOL) 

We do hope mew have an epic day, and remember to...

Wing Commander Basil & The B Team

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 Angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer ~ visit them at their pawesome blog:

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**HAPPY 2026!!!** Wing Commander Basil and The B Team Wish Mew A Happy Mew Year from BBHQ! ** YEP, WE BENT THE TIMELINE - IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN AT BBHQ!!! MOL

 

Happy Purrsday and January 1st 2026, fluffies!

The Mew Year's Eve Pawty Report

I padded down the long corridor to Level 11 of the bunker, the bass thumping through the walls so hard it made my whiskers vibrate. The glowing sign above the steel door flickered: 

Nip Nirvana Lounge NightClub 

A small panel lit up beside the door, and Vera, the bunker’s AI, purred through the speaker in her smug, slightly cheeky voice. “Identify yourself, floofball.” 

“It’s me, Basil,” I said. “Let me in, Vera.” 

“Password,” she replied. “And don’t mess it up, I’ve locked Amber out three times already tonight.” 

I leaned in and whispered, “Amber is NOT a Lush!!!” 

Vera snorted. “Biggest lie in the bunker, but correct. Access granted.” 

The door hissed open, and a wave of heat, neon light, and the unmistakable scent of premium catnip hit me like a warm, fuzzy wall. 

“Try not to let Smooch blow anything up this year,” Vera added. “And if Amber gets anywhere near the bar, I’m triggering a lockdown. She’s still banned from serving drinks, total liability, that one.” 

I couldn’t argue with that.

I stepped inside and took in the chaos. The nightclub was already in full swing. Pandora was in the DJ booth, wearing purple glitter headphones and looking like she was single‑pawedly keeping the universe in order. Melvyn was breakdancing on a rotating platform that definitely wasn’t designed for breakdancing. 

Fudge was at the bar, sampling every niptini “for quality control,” and Parsley was lurking in the shadows like a ninja waiting for the purrrfect moment to scare the life out of someone. 

Amber was hovering nearby, trying to look innocent and failing spectacularly, one paw twitching every time she glanced at the bottles. 

“Don’t even think about it,” I called. “Vera’s watching.” 

“Spoilsport!” Amber huffed, but she knew she was on permanent bar‑duty ban after that incident with the flaming niptinis and the singed whiskers.

Just then, three familiar glows shimmered into existence near the back of the lounge. Snowie, Humphrey, and Posie ... our Rainbow Kitties ... phased in like starlight, solidifying into fur. 

Snowie’s white coat sparkled with a faint iridescent sheen, Humphrey’s black fur seemed to swallow the neon light, and Posie’s tuxedo markings looked extra sharp against the glow. 

Each of them had their Earth‑Me Device, aka E.M.D., integrated into their iPaw watch, the little crystals pulsing gently. They could come back to BBHQ anytime they wanted, from wherever they were across the Rainbow Realm, and seeing them always made my heart squeeze just a bit. 

“Basil!” Snowie called, bounding over to head‑bump me. “We wouldn’t miss a Mew Year’s Eve at BBHQ!” 

Humphrey gave me a cool nod. 

“Heard there was experimental nip involved.” Posie grinned. “And we wanted front‑row seats to the chaos.” 

“Mew’re just in time,” I said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about tonight.”

As if summoned by my dread alone, Smooch burst through a curtain of shimmering beads wearing neon goggles, a lab coat, and a grin that spelt catastrophe. 

“BASIL! DUDE! I’ve done it!” he yelled. 

“Oh no,” I said automatically. 

“I’ve purrrfected last year’s Mind Bender!” 

Oh, fluff me! I thought.

“It no longer causes out‑of‑body experiences,” he said proudly. 

“That’s… good?” Snowie raised a brow.  

“Define ‘good’.” Smooch’s grin widened. “Now it causes time dilation.” 

My tail puffed. 

“WHAT?” Humphrey muttered. 

“Called it!” Posie just laughed.

Before I could confiscate the glowing flask, the rest of the B Team materialised behind Smooch like a pack of feral heathens who had been waiting all year for this moment. 

“We’re calling it the Chrono‑Niptini,” Melvyn said, already holding a glass. “It’s purrfectly safe,” 

Parsley added. “Probably.” 

Fudge nodded solemnly. “We tested it on a pinecone. It aged 400 years in 12 seconds.” 

Snowie winced. “That’s… not reassuring.” 

I opened my mouth to object, but it was too late, Smooch had already downed a shot. A ripple of shimmering air burst around him. 

“Ohhhh mew guys,” he said, wobbling. “I can see next Tuesday... it looks rather average, that can't be right!” 

Vera’s voice crackled over the speakers. “If he rips a hole in the space‑time continuum in the nightclub or the bunker, for that matter, I’m revoking his access. Permanently.”

That was my cue to get everyone out of the bunker before something exploded, imploded, or folded space‑time into a pretzel spinkled with weaponised glitter. 

“Right,” I said. “Field trip. Forest clearing. Now.” 

We migrated up to the clearing above BBHQ, dragging cushions, lanterns, and a portable sound system because apparently the night was still young. Humphrey, Posie and Snowie laughed, their Earth‑Me devices glowing softly as they padded through the frosty grass like little stars fallen to earth. 

Within minutes, Melvyn was convinced he could hear the future, tilting his head and saying things like, “In five minutes, someone’s going to spill a drink,” and then looking smug when Fudge did exactly that. 

Parsley kept phasing in and out of visibility like a faulty hologram, which I suspected was partly the Chrono‑Niptini and partly him enjoying being dramatic. Fudge was trying to teach a squirrel how to salsa, which the squirrel tolerated only because Fudge kept bribing it with snacks. 

Snowie, Humphrey, and Posie watched all of this with varying degrees of amusement and concern.

Amber snorted and rolled off the cushion. She'd just knocked back another Niptini Al-Fluffo and then promptly passed out.

And Smooch… well… Smooch was floating again, leaving little time‑sparkles behind him like a cosmic snail trail. 

“This is EPIC!” he whooped, spinning lazily in mid‑air. “I’m in, like, three seconds at once!” 

“Every year,” I muttered. “EVERY. SINGLE. FLUFFING. YEAR.” 

Snowie nudged me. “Mew love it really.” 

I gave her a look. “I love them. The chaos is… a package deal.”

Around what I thought was midnight, I realised something odd. “Why does it feel like we’ve counted down to midnight three times already?” I asked. 

Humphrey flicked an ear. “Because we have.” 

Parsley materialised beside me like a whisper of doom. 

“Smooch bent the timeline,” he whisper-hissed dramatically, then vanished and materialised again. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE BENT THE TIMELINE?” 

“We’re stuck in a mini time loop,” he replied, his fur glowing at the tips. “It’s fine. Probably.” 

“Stop saying probably,” I snapped. “It’s not helping.”

I marched over to Smooch, who was currently upside‑down in mid‑air, chatting to a very confused owl. 

“Smooch! Undo the loop!” 

“I would, dude,” he said, blinking slowly, “but I don’t remember how I did it.” 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. 

“Of course mew don’t.” 

Posie appeared at my side. “On the plus side, we’re getting extra New Year’s countdowns.” 

“I don’t want bonus countdowns,” I said. “I want linear time.”

Thankfully, Pandora, who, as usual, was the only one with any sense, took charge. She stalked over, her glittering cloak swirling, eyes narrowed. 

“Right. Enough of this nonsense!” She brewed a counter‑potion using 2012 supurr moonwater, crushed catnip blossoms, a single feather donated by the very annoyed owl, and a stern lecture directed at Smooch that could probably have powered the bunker for a week. 

Snowie, Humphrey, and Posie watched closely, their auras shimmering as if they were quietly reinforcing the spell from their side of reality. Pandora sprinkled the mixture into the air, and with a soft pop, time snapped back into place. The strange echoing sensation vanished. The stars looked normal again. The owl flew off, muttering something rude under its breath.

We all collapsed onto cushions, exhausted but triumphant. 

Melvyn yawned and mumbled, “Best… pawty… ever…” before promptly falling asleep. 

Fudge was already snoring softly, one paw still half‑extended as if mid‑dance. Parsley was still flickering slightly at the edges, but at least he was mostly solid. Snowie curled up beside me, her fur warm and comforting. Humphrey stretched out on my other side, cool and calm as ever. Posie flopped down in front of us, grinning. 

“Ten out of ten,” she said. “Would time‑loop again.” 

“Please don’t encourage them,” I replied.

Smooch floated gently back down to the ground and flopped onto a cushion, still grinning. 

“Next year,” he said, eyes sparkling with dangerous enthusiasm, “I’m inventing something even more spectacular.” 

“NO MEW ARE NOT,” Pandora and I said at the same time. 

Vera’s voice drifted faintly from a nearby speaker we’d dragged up from the bunker. “If he does, I’m changing the password to ‘Smooch is a Menace’ and locking him out forever.”

I looked around at my motley, ridiculous, beloved crew, the B Team, the chaos, the cushions, the lanterns, the faint shimmer of residual magic in the air, and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“Happy Mew Year,” I said softly. 

Snowie, Humphrey, and Posie’s Earth‑Me devices glowed a little brighter, as if echoing the sentiment across realms.

 Whatever madness 2026 brings, I thought, we’ll face it together. Preferably with fewer time loops. And definitely with Amber nowhere near the bar!

We'd like to take this oppurrtunity to say...

Thank mew to our all furbulous furiends from all over the world for joining us here in Mewton-Clawson to see in 2026. We can't thank mew enough for visiting us here on the blog every week, and most impawtantly for your continued furiendship and support.

We feel blessed to know each and every one of mew.

And on that note, here's wishing mew much health, happiness, epic tidings and many blessings for the coming year.

Amber, who is NOT a lush (yeah, right MOL MOL MOL!!!), will be here in the morning, bright and breezy with the first furbulous book review of 2026!

Epically Epic New Year's Purrs

Wing Commander Basil & The B Team

 

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