Or mid-scream, as it realized it was an endling?

Six tabs, take or leave it.

I remember a time when my cat found a mouse in our cottage. Everyone was asleep or trying to sleep while the cat was looking for the mouse. For some reason, I looked at the bed’s edge and saw tiny whiskers and a tiny nose. The mouse had sandwiched itself between the edge of the bed and the mattress, trying to hide from our cat. I think it got away, too. Made me feel good especially considering our cat was constantly bringing in mice it had killed.

Not sure if that’s the name of the poem. It’s been (mis)attributed to a T.S. Watt, called “English”. A similar poem is The Chaos by Gerard Nolst Trenité, here read by Youtuber Lindybeige.

Barney disapproves of this.

There’s Zotero. I haven’t used it but seems to have a feature called ‘Collect with a click’ which should allow adding bookmarks.

It’s going to be gaymores next.