Alcohol Awareness

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Alcohol Awareness: The Gospel According to My Cats

“Awareness saves lives. Snacks save morale.”

-The Feline Public Health Department

Light the sage. Hide the breakables. My three cats, Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell, have decided they are the official spokes‑animals for Alcohol Awareness. And they came prepared with statistics.

They just held a household meeting complete with a gavel, a flip chart, and Coco eating the pointer. And they are about to inform me that we are now hosting Alcohol Awareness Week. I didn’t volunteer. I wasn’t consulted. Piper simply slapped a pamphlet on the table like she was serving a warrant and said, “Mother, it’s Alcohol Awareness time, and the people need us.” If anyone can talk about risky behavior, it’s the animals who sprint across linoleum floors at 3 a.m. like they’re late for a rave.

Piper jumps onto the table like she’s chairing a congressional hearing.

“Mother, while adjusting her imaginary glasses, did you know more than half of adults in the U.S. drink alcohol? And 17% binge drink?” She pauses for dramatic effect. “That means 17% of humans are out here acting like me when I see an unattended plate of chicken. Also, 178,000 people die each year from excessive alcohol use. That’s more than the number of times Coco has tried to steal your snacks.”  Source: CDC — Excessive Alcohol Use Data 

Coco waddles in dragging a bag of treats like she’s smuggling contraband.

“Listen, I’m here to talk about underage drinking. But first, do we have chips? Because this is heavy.” She informs the room that in 2022, 5.9 million youth ages 12–20 drank alcohol beyond ‘just a few sips’. Mother, that’s too many. Even I know that. And 19.7% of youth ages 14–15 have had at least one drink. At that age, I was still learning how to jump on the counter.” Source: NSDUH / Alcohol Infographic 2024 

Tinkerbell perches on the highest shelf, looking like she’s about to assign homework.

“Research shows that people who start drinking before age 15 are 3.5 times more likely to develop alcohol use disorder later in life. Which is why I supervise the boys. They need guidance. And boundaries. And fewer snacks.” Source: Alcohol Infographic 2024 

This household stays loud, proud, and educational, the cats insisted on adding:

  • Alcohol misuse affects every organ in the body. Source: NIAAA Alcohol Facts & Statistics 
  • Underage drinking remains a major public health issue. Source: NSDUH 2024 / SAMHSA 
  • Accurate, stigma‑free information saves lives. Especially in LGBTQIA+ communities and the Deep South. Where misinformation spreads faster than Piper can knock over a cup.

Piper: “Moderation is key. Also, naps solve more problems than alcohol ever will.”

Coco: “Alcohol slows reaction time. I cannot risk missing a falling snack.”

Tinkerbell: “Knowledge is power. And power is knowing where the treats are hidden.”

Piper stands on her hind legs like she’s giving a TED Talk.

Piper: “Stay informed. Stay safe. And stop believing your cousin’s Facebook posts.”

Coco: “Stay hydrated. Preferably with water. Or gravy.”

Tinkerbell: “Stay fabulous. And for the love of all things holy, lock the liquor cabinet.”

Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell gather themselves on the couch like a furry Supreme Court. And ready to issue a ruling on the family hypocrisy they’ve witnessed for years. Piper clears her throat first, because of course she does. “Mother, we simply cannot understand how certain humans in this family will clutch their pearls over you using medical cannabis. A literal plant. But somehow quote the Bible like it’s a coupon code to excuse drinking and driving, and every chaotic decision that would get us grounded for nine lifetimes.”

Coco nods solemnly with crumbs on her chin, “They called you a ‘druggie,’ but then hopped in the car after communion wine like Jesus Himself was the designated driver.”

And Tinkerbell, perched high like a judgmental librarian, adds, “If scripture can be stretched far enough to justify a DUI, then surely it can handle a little THC for pain relief. We’re cats, Mother, but even we know the math isn’t mathing.”

And that’s how my cats continue to point out and educate on the dangers of alcohol. And the hardcore hypocrisy in the south. And, yes, specifically in my own family. Thanks for reading! And never let them silence you.

Affirmation: I honor my body, my boundaries, and my community by choosing knowledge over shame.

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CBD Awareness: My Cats Said I’m Legally Required to Calm Down

 “My cats said CBD won’t get me high. But it will keep me from acting like a Walmart parking lot Greek tragedy. And honestly, that feels like growth.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors lean in the doorway with their arms crossed. The moment that smoke hit the ceiling fan, my household convened an emergency session of the Feline Administration to discuss CBD Awareness Month. And the cats had notes.

Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell marched in like three county commissioners who did not read the briefing packet. But absolutely intend to argue about it. Piper arrived first. She’s was dragging a legal pad she stole from my desk. She hopped onto the coffee table. Cleared her throat and announced, “CBD Awareness Month is important because humans are stressed, chaotic, and prone to hollering at inanimate objects. We must intervene.”

Coco strutted in next. And late on purpose. She believes time is a social construct. And also because she was busy knocking something off a shelf. She plopped down. Tail flicking and said, “CBD is fine. But why do y’all keep buying the expensive treats and then acting surprised when I eat the whole bag?”

Tinkerbell arrived last with the energy of a Southern auntie who already decided the meeting was foolish. But came for the snacks. She sat like a sphinx and declared, “CBD is the plant spirit that keeps y’all from crying in the Walmart parking lot. We support it.”

The Cats’ Official CBD Purposes

According to the Feline Administration, CBD has three sacred functions.

  • Stress & anxiety relief-“Because y’all vibrate like a microwave on popcorn mode.”
  • Chaos reduction-“In theory, though, I’ve seen no evidence.”
  • Increased compliance with feline demands- Tinkerbell insists this is scientifically proven by staring at me until I give her treats.

Then they expanded the list like they were reading off a menu.

  • Calms the humans-“Because y’all vibrate like a cheap motel air conditioner.”
  • Inflammation & pain-“Your knees sound like a haunted rocking chair.”
  • Sleep support-“You need it. We need you to need it.”
  • Mood regulation-“You get dramatic,” all three say in unison.
  • General human foolishness-“Self-explanatory.”

They also want it noted that CBD helps humans stop doom scrolling. Stop overthinking texts. Stop reorganizing the pantry at 3 a.m. and stop crying at dog food commercials. It gives you the ability to forgive yourself for eating an entire sleeve of cookies. And the mystical moment when you realize you are the drama. But also the solution.

Piper hopped onto the table with a binder labeled CBD: A Non‑Psychoactive Situation. Coco dragged in a whiteboard she absolutely cannot read. Tinkerbell arrived late again, ready to deliver a TED Talk titled Calm Down, Human: The Plant Is Legal Now.

Piper began: “CBD is federally legal as long as it comes from hemp and contains less than 0.3% THC. Which means, human, you can stop whispering like you’re buying contraband behind the Piggly Wiggly.”

Coco: “It does not alter your mind. It alters your attitude. And frankly, we support that.”

Tinkerbell: “It’s non‑psychoactive. Which means you’re not getting high. You’re getting functional. You’re getting emotionally moisturized. You’re getting less likely to cry over a dropped chicken nugget.”

The Guidelines (Because Apparently I Needed Rules)

Piper, now self‑appointed Director of Human Regulation, laid out the official policies.

  • Do not give CBD to cats without a vet’s approval. “We are perfect as‑is.”
  • Humans should use CBD responsibly. “Meaning don’t take it and then try to assemble furniture.”
  • CBD is not a personality trait. Tinkerbell says this while staring directly at me.
  • If CBD helps you chill, hydrate, and mind your business, the cats approve. Especially the “mind your business” part.

Then they sat me down like I was on trial.

Piper said, “We’ve observed the pacing. The muttering. The dramatic sighing. And the emotional support snacks. Clearly, CBD awareness is overdue.”

Coco added, “And while we support your journey, we would also like to know why you get the calming treats and we get vibes.”

Tinkerbell stared at me unblinking, like she was reading my aura and finding overdue library books in it. She then hopped onto the altar (my coffee table). Placed one paw on my forehead, and proclaimed:

“May your joints be loose. Your sleep be deep. Your snacks be plentiful. And your spirit be unbothered. May CBD soften your edges but not your boundaries. And may you never, ever forget to refill the treat jar.”

The sage crackled. The ancestors nodded. And the cats declared CBD Awareness Month officially adjourned. Piper knocked over a plant. Coco demanded lunch. Tinkerbell stole my pen. The plant is innocent. The human is the problem. Thanks for reading! Keep medicating.

Affirmation: “I am calm, collected, and legally compliant. I soften my edges, not my boundaries, and I do it with the confidence of a cat who just knocked something over on purpose.”

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