Aunty In Petticoat.peperonity.com Apr 2026

I wipe my hands on my anchal. I pick up my chappal (just in case). I tiptoe.

And what do I find?

So now I am sitting here with my third cup of chai, eating the broken mathri myself (don’t judge, waste not want not), and typing this post. aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com

Hello my lovelies,

My steel dabba – the big one, the one I keep the homemade mathri in – has fallen from the top shelf. Opened. And sitting right next to it, with ghee on his whiskers, is the fattest, most shameless ginger cat I have ever seen in my life. I wipe my hands on my anchal

He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.”

Aunty

Stay safe. Keep your petticoat strings tight.

Hai Ram! The mathri was for Diwali next week! Now half of them are broken and have cat paw prints. I cannot give those to guests, no? What will they think? “Aunty is feeding us cat food?” And what do I find