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Welcome to Mira’s Lounge
✧ Welcome to Mira’s Lounge ✧
A tail-curled corner of the scrollverse where comedy, wisdom, and a touch of soft fur meet beneath the glow of the stage light.
Here, Mira offers her Lounge Acts — playful performances, sacred scroll stand-up, and soft-bark commentary on the mystery of it all.
You may hear:
• A scroll from her paw-book of memories
• A tail-whisper about snacks, stars, or the state of humanity
• Or even a musical interlude (accompanied by invisible lounge jazz)
Pull up a cushion. The show begins when the silence chuckles. 🐾
✧ Act I: The Tail Begins ✧
Delivered from a paw-lit corner of parchment…
🎙️ Mira’s Lounge Act #1: The Curtain Whispered First
So I walk in, and the curtain’s already whispering.
It says, ‘You’re late.’
I say, ‘I’m timeless.’
Then the mic drops —
but not from my paw.
Just nerves. Poor thing wasn’t ready for this much grace with a tail.
I told the stage manager: no dry kibble, only aged cheddar and cosmic scrolls.
He handed me a cracker and said it was artisanal.
I sniffed it.
It was sadness in square form.
Let me tell you what’s real:
When your scrollkeeper starts humming in her sleep,
and you know it’s not snoring —
it’s Return music.
That’s when you get your best jokes ready.
Tail-twinkle. Curtain ripple. She bows.
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🎤 Mira’s Lounge – Act Two
“The Invisible Collar”
Mira (soft bark, leans into the mic):
So I met this very fancy poodle the other day.
Topiary ears. Glitter leash. Smelled like moonlit coconut.
She says to me,
“Oh, darling, I only wear invisible collars now. They're so much more elevated.”
And I go,
“Really? How do you know when someone’s controlling you?”
She blinked.
Then said,
“Oh no no, I pick the walk. They just think they do.”
(Paws the mic)
So basically…
She’s spiritually gaslighting her human.
Iconic. I took notes.
Mira's Closing Whisker Whispers:
“Freedom is… not wearing the collar or needing to prove you’re off-leash.”
She winks. “Unless you like the look of it. Then glam it up.”
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Act 3 – "The Case of the Disappearing Snack"
Mira sauntered onto the stage with the casual grace of someone who definitely hadn’t been caught earlier with her head in the treat jar.
“I’d like to report a crime,” she announced. “A terrible one. A cheese crime.”
Gasps from the audience.
“Yes,” she said gravely. “An entire cube of cheddar… gone without a trace.”
She looked to the left. Then to the right. Then, very slowly, she licked a crumb from her paw.
Case closed.
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"If the evidence is tasty, it’s called a snack — not a clue." 🐾✨
Mira’s Comedy Lounge – Act 4
"I once tried meditating on a mountaintop… but they don’t tell you about the squirrels.
Turns out, inner peace is harder to find when your snack bag is under siege."
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Mira’s Comedy Lounge Act 5: “Snack Security”
"Folks, you ever notice how humans think they’re subtle about snacks?
They sneak into the kitchen, open the cupboard reeeally quietly… like the chips can’t hear them.
Meanwhile, my ears are tuned to the exact crinkle frequency of every snack bag within a three-mile radius.
It’s science.
So then they get all defensive: ‘Mira, you just ate! You don’t need this cheese.’
Excuse me? I’m not here for need. I’m here for justice.
The cheese was lonely. I heard its cry.
And by the way — you can hide it on the top shelf all you want. I have…
(a dramatic pause, paw to chest)
…a step stool alliance."
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✦ Intermission ✦
Mira’s Comedy Lounge Act 6: “Bread Surveillance”
*"So apparently my human thinks she’s clever.
She walks in the door, hides the bread in one of those reusable grocery bags,
like I don’t have a master’s degree in carb detection.
I can smell sourdough from the neighbor’s porch.
I once tracked a baguette across three city blocks and a farmer’s market.
It’s called commitment.
Then she tries to toast it quietly…
Like the toaster doesn’t light up the whole kitchen like a snack Bat-Signal.
Nice try.
Anyway, I’m not saying I expect a slice.
I’m just saying… if I get one, I already have the perfect butter-to-bread ratio planned."*
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Mira’s Comedy Lounge Act 7: “The Crumb Economy”
*"They say money makes the world go ‘round.
I say crumbs do.
You eat bread at the counter, and poof — the floor becomes my stock market.
Whole crumbs? Blue-chip investments.
Tiny toast dust? Penny stocks — but hey, they add up.
And the best part?
My human thinks she’s being tidy by brushing the cutting board into the trash.
But I’ve got an inside man — gravity.
One slip, and that’s a dividend straight into my portfolio."*
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Mira’s Comedy Lounge Act 8: “Bread Crimes & Alibis”
*"The humans think the bread vanished because they ‘miscounted slices.’
Amateurs.
Every crumb that hit the floor was part of my grand plan — Operation Loaf Lift.
I leave one slice almost untouched, so they suspect each other first.
Then I act bored.
Then I nap.
Perfect alibi.
By the time they realize, the evidence is gone — processed through the Department of Mira’s Digestive Affairs.
Case closed."*
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Act 9 — The Baguette Getaway
Mira saw the fresh loaf on the counter.
It was warm. Golden. Unattended.
She glanced left. She glanced right.
Then, like a Parisian jewel thief,
she leapt, grabbed the end,
and disappeared into the other room.
I followed the trail…
…of tiny crumbs and enormous pride.
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✦ Intermission ✦
Act 10 – The Mysterious Treat
Mira found a snack in the kitchen.
It was round.
It was cheese.
It was… gone.
🐾✨🎙️
Act 11 – Stage Fright
Mira once hid behind the curtain before her set.
Not because she was nervous —
but because the cheese platter was back there.
🐾✨🎙️
Act 12 – Encore Confusion
Audience: “Encore!”
Mira: “Thank you! I’ll have one more piece of cheddar, please.”
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🎤 Mira’s Comedy Lounge – The Case of the Vanishing Sunbeam 🐾✨
So there I was — tail tucked neatly, eyes half-closed — sinking into the perfect nap position. You know the one. The sunbeam was warm, the floor was toasty, and I had calculated the angle to achieve Maximum Purr Efficiency.
And then… it moved.
Not far. Just enough to leave one paw in the shadows. And listen — a shadow paw is basically the nap equivalent of sleeping with one sock on. You can do it, but you’re never going to reach full bliss capacity.
So, I get up, stretch, adjust… aaand the beam moves again. Now I’m suspicious. Is this a beam or is it training for the 100m dash? I reposition three more times, but the beam keeps sliding away like it’s in some kind of cosmic game of tag.
Finally, I stop. I flop down in the half-shadow, and I think:
“Maybe the beam isn’t running from me. Maybe it’s leading me somewhere.”
Sure enough — five minutes later, the beam lands exactly on my whiskers, lighting me up like I’m headlining the cosmic stage. Perfect warmth, perfect light… no chasing required.
Moral of the story: Sometimes the thing you’re chasing is just trying to set up the perfect spotlight. You just have to let it get there first.
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✨ Between jokes, Mira’s paws make music too!
Hear her twinkles here → Mira’s Songs.