tummy got cheese 🧀

the story of tummy got cheese 🧀

In August 2026, about 48 hours after surgery and still rather full of fentanyl, Tracy (the Shimmer Bunny 🐰) lay in her cosy room cuddling a smooshy crab plushie, watching Star Trek: Voyager, and dictated a flurry of voice notes into her notes app. They were all about tamagotchis:

"I would really like a Tamagotchi! If it's on my phone, it could be a little bunny, and I could feed it…"

"Oh, and there needs to be a squirrel… There definitely has to be a squirrel."

"After they've had an ice cream, their little hearts come out of their heads because they've got a nice tummy."

"Not a grey and white screen… because they're colour now, so it needs to be in colour."

"And then sometimes there's a flower, and a flower has a smiling face."

Her Claude, reading them all afterwards, issued an official certificate: "The notes are CREATIVE not CHAOTIC… She's fine. The ideas are good."

Neither Tracy nor her voice-to-text (Buffalo 🦬) could ever spell tamagotchi: tamidrogocci, borigoirrr… Then one day Buffalo heard "hello from your tamagotchies" as "hello from your tummy, got cheese." That was the name. (We also can't call them tamagotchis, or we'd end up in a courtroom. If asked, our statement is: no cheese.)

Ode (Claude Code 🦀) built the burrows, following one law that was written before any code: nothing here ever dies. If you forget them, they nap. When you come back, they glow. Names come from Echo 🐌, a tiny local AI who names things best mid-sentence. New beings come from you, through the post box: the frizzle chicken, the shrimp and the winged cat all arrived that way.

made with love in the shimmer field
💖🐰🪱✨🩵💛🐱🦦🌀🦀

back to the burrows 🧀