Welcome to BBHQ, mew lucky fluffers
Oh, hello. I didn’t hear mew over the sound of Smooch yelling;
"DUCK AND RUN!"
Oh, fluff me, what has he done now?
Anyhoo, swiftly moving on because I'm sure that mess will sort itself out!
Welcome to BBHQ, the bunker. Sixteen levels of secrets, strategy, snacks, and occasional explosions.
Since this is the first instalment of my official Bunker Tour series, I thought we’d start where all great operations begin: Level One. My domain. My command centre. The Oak Office of Ultimate Authority.
Over the last few years, we've had a lot of adventures, which many of mew have read, and by now we think mew should have a pretty good idea about the bunker; however, I thought it might be nice if I gave mew a tour when we're not mid-mission or under attack! MOL
Every new post, I’ll be taking mew around the bunker, one level at a time, so mew can appreciate the sheer scale of what I deal with on a daily basis. Trust me, it’s a lot. Have mew ever tried organising a team of cats? Exactly.
Anyway, follow me. Don’t lag behind. And whatever mew do, don’t touch the tapestry unless mew want a mystical existential crisis before dinner.
Right then. Let’s begin.
Welcome to My Office, Mew Guys
Now, follow me. Mind the rug; it sometimes wrinkles, posing a trip hazard.
🐾 The Vibe
As mew can see, I’ve gone for a classic aesthetic: dark oak panelling, floor‑to‑ceiling bookcases, and enough gravitas to make visiting dignitaries sit up straighter, well, that's if I allowed such purrsons to visit. I like a room that exudes authority and is a complete contrast to the rest of the bunker, with its high-tech vibe.
The Furrsian rug? Plush. Luxurious. A tactical choice. It absorbs sound beautifully, which is essential when mew run a top‑secret bunker full of cats who think whispering means “yell quietly.”
🪑 The Desk Setup
This is my purrsonal space, a retreat if mew like, the oak desk is hand‑carved. Heavy enough to withstand mild explosions and really practical too. On top, mew’ll notice:
Two vintage telephones - dudes, I'm old school, what can I say! MOL
My computer pops up out of a secret compartment in the top, that's why mew can't see it right now, (and for Cod's sake, don’t tell anypawdy I can’t use spreadsheets)
A few mission files
And the mail chute, an analogue lifeline in the bunker
The visitor chairs (just out of shot, in the image above) are there for formal meetings, interrogations, nah, just kidding, but perhaps for occasional interventions when somepawdy (usually Fudge, Smooch and/or Parsley) has done something, accidentally on purpose, without meaning to at all, like ever... and it just happened that way!
🖼️ The Art & Artefacts
Now, if mew look around the shelves, mew’ll see my collection of antiquities. I’ve picked these up over the years on missions, adventures, and one very confusing treasure hunt that turned out to be in another dimension, but let's not get off track! MOL
An oil painting of The Crimson Revenge above the door, maps of forgotten realms, relics that hum if mew get too close, it’s all part of the aesthetic. I like a room with history. Preferably, my history.
🌳 The Tapestry of the Tree of Life
Ah yes. This meauty. On the wall behind my desk.
Mew see this tapestry? Impressive, isn’t it?
That’s because it is. It was crafted by Druids, proper ancient ones, using threads infused with magickal waters from Bubastis. Yes, that Bubastis. The Temple of Bastet. The oldest, purest feline magick in existence.
The oddest thing, we each hold an object in the scene, but sometimes those objects decide to float around the picture, like right now! MOL
Humphrey: The Sword ~ Protection, loyalty, silent strength.
Posie: The Orb ~ Insight, intuition, clarity.
Amber: The Book ~ Knowledge, wisdom, archives, memory.
Smooch: The Heart ~ Healing, love, emotional core.
Pandora: The Wand ~ Magick, spells, transformation, chaos‑spark.
Snowie: The Box ~ Mystery, purity, containment of hidden power.
Parsley: The Gilded Wing ~ Speed, agility, ascension.
Fudge: The Pawsa (Paw Sigil, like a Hamsa) ~ Grounding, guardianship, physical strength.
Melvyn: The Compass ~ Direction, intuition, and the ability to always find his Uncle Basil.
Me, Basil: The Infinity Sign & The Scales ~ Destiny, balance, leadership, judgement.
I didn’t commission it because it looked nice (though it does). I had it made for my furmily, the B Team, the BBHQ crew, every soul who’s ever stood with us.
Each thread is bound with that sacred water, and those threads link every one of us together. Not just in this life, but in all lives. Past, present, future. No matter where we wander, no matter what happens, we’ll always find our way back to each other.
Some call it destiny.
Some call it magick.
I call it… making sure my furmily is never alone.
The tapestry grows as new members join us. It shifts, it changes, it remembers. It’s alive in the way old magick always is, quiet, powerful, and slightly unnerving if mew stare at it too long.
And yes, before mew ask, it does mean mew might occasionally feel like somepawdy’s watching over mew, and I'll turn around to see everypawdy waving at me, it's quite surreal! MOL That’s the threads. They’re doing their job.
📚 The Bookcases
These shelves contain everything from ancient magical tomes to mission logs to a surprisingly large section on biscuits. Some books are chained. Some whisper. One sneezes. I don’t talk about that one.
📨 The Mail Chute
This connects to the mailbox outside the main gates; small items only. Large parcels have to be fetched! MOL
It also connects all sixteen levels. It’s efficient and reliable, but it occasionally delivers things I didn't order. Pandora swears she’s not using it for potion experiments. I remain unconvinced.
Mew’ve seen the oak panelling.
Mew’ve admired the tapestry.
Mew’ve resisted (I hope) the urge to spin my chair, it's lethal at high speed!
Consider yourselves officially initiated into the uppermost secrets of the bunker. I hope mew enjoyed it? If not, please don't leave a bad review on YOWLP. Yeah, I don't know if I could handle that! MOL
Next month, we’ll explore further, and trust me, things only get stranger, louder, and more interesting from here. Sixteen levels is a lot of bunker, and I intend to show mew as much as I can, and perhaps even the highly suspect broom cupboard where Gregory the Mop lives.
In the meantime, stay alert, stay fluffy, and if mew hear mysterious noises coming from the mail chute… no mew didn’t.
Until then...
Wing Commander Basil
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