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Science, Snacks, and Sass: The Feline Takeover of Drug & Alcohol Facts Week

“Facts don’t care about feelings, but feelings care deeply about snacks.”

 — The Feline Public Health Department

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. It’s National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week. My cats have decided they are the official spokes‑animals for science, safety, and whatever chaos they can stir up before breakfast. Welcome back to This Puzzled Life. Where the trauma is seasoned. The humor is medicinal. And the cats are convinced they’re running a public health campaign.

Piper busts into the room wearing a lab coat three sizes too big.

“Mother, did you know the National Institute on Drug Abuse says misinformation spreads faster than I can knock a cup off the counter?” (Which is fast. Very fast.)

Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA)  “National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week” https://nida.nih.gov.

Coco is dragging a bag of snacks like she’s smuggling contraband. 

“I’m here to talk about addiction. But first, do we have chips? Because the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism says alcohol affects judgment. And I’m about to make a bad decision if you don’t hand over the Doritos.”

Source: National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA) “Alcohol’s Effects on the Body” https://niaaa.nih.gov.

Tinkerbell is sitting on the highest shelf like a judgmental librarian.

“Actually, according to the CDC, substance use can affect brain development. Especially in teens. Which is why I supervise the boys. They need guidance. And snacks. Mostly snacks.”

Source: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)  “Substance Use and Youth” https://cdc.gov.

Here are a few clean, accurate, all‑ages‑appropriate facts from reputable organizations:

1. Alcohol affects every organ in the body.

Source: NIAAA  Alcohol’s Effects on the Body https://niaaa.nih.gov.

2. Most teens who misuse substances get their information from peers, not professionals.

Source: NIDA National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week https://nida.nih.gov.

3. Substance use can impact brain development into the mid‑20s.

Source: CDC Substance Use and Youth https://cdc.gov.

4. Addiction is a medical condition. Not a moral failure.

Source: Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) https://samhsa.gov.

Piper’s Lesson: “Drugs don’t magically make problems disappear. That’s what naps are for.”

Coco’s Lesson: “Alcohol slows reaction time. Which is why I don’t drink. I must remain ready to sprint toward any dropped food.”

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

My household stays loud and educational. The cats insisted on adding this. Science supports people making informed choices. Science supports harm reduction. Science supports LGBTQIA+ folks having access to accurate, stigma‑free information. Science does NOT support Aunt Barbara’s Facebook posts. Piper said that last part. I’m just reporting.

Piper climbs onto the table wearing a tiny pair of reading glasses she stole from somewhere.

“According to NIDA, over 20% of 12th graders reported using an illicit drug in the past year. That’s too many. That’s also the percentage of times I listen when Mother says, ‘get off the counter.’”

Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) Monitoring the Future Survey https://nida.nih.gov.

She flips a page dramatically.

“And nicotine vaping among teens is still one of the most common forms of substance use. Which is wild because I can’t even get Mother to let me sniff the humidifier.”

Source: NIDA Teen Vaping Trends https://nida.nih.gov.

Coco waddles in carrying a bag of treats like a briefcase.

“Listen up. The CDC says alcohol is the most commonly used substance among youth in the United States. Which explains why teenagers make decisions like climbing on roofs. And dating boys who wear Axe body spray.”

Source: CDC Youth Substance Use https://cdc.gov.

She pauses to eat a treat.

“And get this. About 1 in 5 high school students reported binge drinking. Meanwhile, I binge eat kibble and nobody gives me a national awareness week.”

Source: CDC  Underage Drinking https://cdc.gov.

Tinkerbell sits on her throne (the top of the fridge) and clears her throat like a disappointed professor.

“According to SAMHSA, over 46 million people in the U.S. met the criteria for a substance use disorder in 2021. That’s a lot of people needing support, compassion, and maybe a cat to sit on their chest and purr aggressively.”

Source: SAMHSA National Survey on Drug Use and Health https://samhsa.gov.

She adjusts her imaginary pearls.

“And here’s a big one. Only about 6% of people with a substance use disorder received treatment. 6%! That’s lower than the percentage of times Coco shares snacks.”

Source: SAMHSA Treatment Statistics https://samhsa.gov.                                                                                                                                                              As National Drug & Alcohol Facts wraps up, my cats would like to remind you to

Piper: “Stay curious, not chaotic.”

Coco: “Stay hydrated and snack‑positive.”

Tinkerbell: “Stay informed. Stay fabulous. And stop believing memes your cousin posted at 2 AM.”

And honestly? That’s the most scientifically accurate advice you’ll hear all week. Because the current administration doesn’t believe in science.

And that, my friends, concludes National Drug & Alcohol Facts Week as interpreted by three cats who have never paid taxes, never followed a rule, and yet somehow run this household like a federally funded research lab. Piper has knocked over every myth she could reach. Coco has eaten every statistic that wasn’t nailed down. Tinkerbell has judged the entire nation from the top of the fridge.

We’ve cited the CDC, NIDA, NIAAA, and SAMHSA. Because around here, we believe in facts, snacks, and queer‑centered harm‑reduction education. In that order. Take what you learned, Take what you laughed at. And take a deep breath. Because knowledge is power. Compassion is necessary. And humor is how we survive the South. Class dismissed. Sage extinguished. Cats victorious. Thanks for reading! Drop a comment about what you thought about the girls in this blog.

Affirmation: I choose knowledge over fear, compassion over judgment, and humor over everything else.

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Finale: The Cats Try to Spend Magical Currency at Dollar General

“The cashier said, ‘Ma’am, this is plastic,’ and my soul left my body.”

-This Puzzled Life

Welcome to the finale, y’all. It’s time. Grab your sweet tea. Hide your valuables. Alert the clergy. This is the final chapter of this leprechaun‑cat catastrophe. The moment where all the glitter, chaos, and questionable decision‑making finally collide in one glorious, unhinged explosion of events.

By now, the cats have declared war on a leprechaun. Traumatized said leprechaun. Received a counterfeit gold coin. Triggered a magical escalation that absolutely should’ve required permits. And will attempt to spend it at Dollar General.

And now, in the grand finale, the universe has decided to respond with the same energy my cats bring to 3 a.m.zoomies.

Tinkerbell is polishing her “I told you so” face. Coco is updating her clipboard like she’s preparing for a congressional hearing. Piper is vibrating at a frequency only dogs and angels can hear. And me I’m just standing here. Holding my coffee. And wondering how my life became a crossover episode between National Geographic and Jerry Springer?

The leprechauns were gone. The glitter had settled. Piper was still hyped with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not deserve confidence. And then Coco said the six words that guaranteed chaos, “We should spend the gold coin.”

Tinkerbell froze mid‑lick.

Tinkerbell: “Where?”

Coco: “Dollar General.”

Piper screamed like she’d been chosen for The Hunger Games.

Piper: “Yes. Let’s buy treats and a laser pointer and maybe a small appliance.”

Tinkerbell: “We are not buying a small appliance.”

Piper: “A toaster.”

Tinkerbell: “No.”

I made the mistake of putting on shoes. The cats interpreted this as, “We are going on a field trip.” Before I could blink, Piper was in the tote bag. Coco was sitting by the door like she was waiting for an Uber. And Tinkerbell was already judging the entire outing. I sighed. They took that as consent.

The drive to Dollar General felt like escorting three tiny, unlicensed criminals to the scene of their future arrest. Piper was in the tote bag practicing her “customer service voice.” And it sounded like a gremlin trying to order at Starbucks. Coco was reviewing her clipboard like she was preparing to testify before Congress. Tinkerbell sat in the passenger seat with the energy of a grandmother who is already disappointed in everyone.

Tinkerbell: “If we get banned from Dollar General, I’m blaming all of you.”

Piper: “We’re not getting banned. We’re getting treats.”

Coco: “And justice.”

Me: “We’re getting Advil.”

We eventually pulled into the parking lot. The cats acted like we had arrived at Disney World. Piper tried to leap out of the tote bag like she was BASE‑jumping off a cliff. Coco strutted in like she owned the franchise. Tinkerbell walked with the slow, resigned dignity of someone who has accepted her fate.

Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed like they were warning us.

Piper: “The treats are this way. I can smell them.”

Coco: “Stay focused. We have a mission.”

Tinkerbell: “I’m too old for this.”

They located their beloved Temptations with the precision of Navy SEALs. Piper hugged the bag. Coco inspected the expiration date. Tinkerbell sighed like she was filing for early retirement. And then, God help me, we approached the register.

The cashier was a sweet Southern woman with the patience of a preschool teacher. And the eyes of someone who has seen things like this before. She smiled at us. She shouldn’t have.

Cashier: “Did y’all find everything okay?”

Me: “Unfortunately, yes.”

Piper proudly placed the magical coin on the counter like she was presenting the Hope Diamond. Cashier picked it up. Squinted. Tapped it on the counter. And said the sentence that will haunt me until the day I die.

Cashier: “Ma’am, this is plastic.”

Coco gasped like she’d been shot.

Coco: “Plastic? Impossible. It’s enchanted.”

Tinkerbell: “It’s a toy, you idiot.”

Piper: “It’s currency in my heart.”

Me: “I can pay with my card.”

Cashier: “I’m gonna have to call my manager.”

Me internally: I’m going to jail because my cats tried to commit magical fraud.

Apparently, when someone tries to pay with counterfeit money, even if it’s glittery and shaped like a cartoon coin, Dollar General’s policy is to call the police.

Two officers walked in. One looked confused. The other looked tired. And both looked like they regretted their career choices.

Officer #1: “We got a call about counterfeit currency?”

Cashier: “They tried to pay with that.”

She pointed at the coin. Piper immediately sat on it like a dragon protecting her hoard.

Piper: “You’ll never take me alive.”

Officer #2: “Ma’am, are your cats talking?”

Me: “Not officially.”

Coco stepped forward like she was about to negotiate a hostage situation.

Coco: “We were deceived by a leprechaun. We demand justice.”

Officer #1 blinked three times.

Officer #1: “Ma’am, have you been drinking?”

Me: “Not enough.”

Tinkerbell: “We apologize for the inconvenience. We will pay with human money.”

Piper: “Traitor.”

The officers stared at us. Stared at the coin. Stared at the cats. Stared at the cashier. And then at each other. The universal look of two men deciding they do not get paid enough for this.

Officer #2: “Ma’am, please just pay for the treats and go home.”

Me: “Gladly.”

Piper: “This is oppression.”

Coco: “I’m filing a complaint.”

Tinkerbell: “I’m pretending I don’t know any of you.”

I paid. We left. The officers watched us go like they were witnessing a paranormal event they would never speak of again.

Back home, the cats held a tribunal.

Coco stared at the coin like it had personally betrayed her.

Coco: “I invested in this.”

Tinkerbell: “You invested in a toy.”

Piper: “Can I eat it?”

Me: “No.”

Piper: “Then what is the point of anything?”

She flopped dramatically onto the floor like a Victorian child fainting at a piano recital. The cashier stepped around her. Back at the house, the cats held a debriefing.

Tinkerbell: “We were deceived.”

Coco: “We were robbed.”

Piper: “I was promised treats.”

Tinkerbell: “We need a new plan.”

Coco: “We need revenge.”

Piper: “We need to summon him again.”

All three turned to me

Me: “Absolutely not.”

Piper: “But I have unfinished business.”

Tinkerbell: “You have unfinished brain cells.”

After hours of chaos, screaming, and Piper trying to bury the coin in a houseplant, the cats finally agreed on its purpose. It is now a sacred artifact. A symbol of their bravery. Their struggle. Their delusion. They placed it on a pillow like it was the Crown Jewel of Mississippi. Piper guards it at night. Coco audits it daily. Tinkerbell sighs every time she looks at it.

And me I’m just trying to live in a house where the cats almost started a war with generations of leprechauns. And then tried to buy Temptations with counterfeit currency.

And that, ladies, gentlemen, leprechauns, and emotionally unstable house pets, concludes the most unhinged St. Cat‑rick’s Day saga ever documented without federal oversight. The leprechauns have officially withdrawn from all diplomatic relations with my household. Ireland has blocked our number. The Fae Realm, large leprechaun family, has added our address to a “Do Not Teleport” list. And somewhere in a glitter covered forest, a council of magical beings is still screaming into a clipboard trying to process the paperwork.

Tinkerbell has retired from public service and now identifies as “just a house cat.” Coco has pivoted to writing a memoir titled “I Tried to Lead Idiots: A Survival Guide.” Piper is strutting through the house like she won the Revolutionary War, the Super Bowl, and a custody battle all at once. The gold coin sits on its velvet pillow like a cursed family heirloom. The living room still sparkles like a crime scene at a craft store. And I’m sweeping up glitter, wondering if this qualifies as a supernatural trauma response.

But one thing is certain, if the leprechauns ever return or the cats ever get another “idea.” Or if Piper ever screams “I have a plan” again, I’ll be right here coffee in hand documenting the chaos because apparently this is my calling, my ministry, and my tax write‑off. Thank you for surviving this saga with me. May your days be peaceful, your cats be calm, and your leprechauns stay in their lane. Series complete. Chaos eternal.

Affirmation: I am patient, even when my cats attempt financial crimes.

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Part Two: The Leprechaun Who Regretted Knocking on This Door

“Coco tried to negotiate. Piper tried to bite him. And Tinkerbell tried to pretend she didn’t know us.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light a candle. Grab a helmet. Alert the neighbors. And that’s when I knew this wasn’t just Part Two. This was divine punishment for every time I said, “My cats can’t possibly get any weirder.” Part Two begins with a sound no human should ever hear before coffee.

I was in the kitchen minding my business. And trying to decide whether coffee counts as a meal. When I heard a scream. Not a cat scream. Not a human scream. A scream that sounded like a kazoo having a panic attack.

I walked in and found a real leprechaun standing on my coffee table. He was looking like he’d been kidnapped by fate. And dropped directly into a house he did NOT have the emotional bandwidth for. My cats froze like they’d just seen a ghost, a rotisserie chicken, and the IRS all at once. The leprechaun adjusted his little green coat and glared at them.

Tinkerbell: “Oh Lord, he’s real.” 

Coco: “We are so getting sued.” 

Piper: “I call dibs on his ankles.”

Leprechaun: “Which one of ye hooligans set a trap made of catnip, cereal, and a shoelace”

Coco: “That would be Piper.”

Piper: “It was a strategic ankle‑biting device.”

Tinkerbell: “It was a cry for help.”

The leprechaun rubbed his temples like he suddenly understood why humans drink. Tinkerbell stepped forward with the confidence of a Southern grandmother about to negotiate a discount at Hobby Lobby.

Tinkerbell: “Sir, we’d like to offer you employment.”

Leprechaun: “Employment. As what.”

Coco: “Our butler.”

Piper: “Treat butler.”

Leprechaun: “I beg yer pardon.”

Tinkerbell: “You have thumbs. We don’t. It’s simple economics.”

The leprechaun stared at them like he was reconsidering the entire concept of magic. He made a run for it. Unfortunately for him, Piper also made a run for it. And she runs like a Roomba possessed by the Holy Spirit. She launched herself off the couch. Skidded across the hardwood. And slammed into the leprechaun like a furry bowling ball.

Leprechaun: “Lord above, get this creature off me!”

Piper: “I got him! I got the gold man!”

Tinkerbell: “Piper, release the hostage.”

Piper: “No. he’s mine!”

Coco: “Girl, you can’t just claim people like coupons.”

Once the leprechaun was upright again (and Piper was placed in a time‑out behind a baby gate), Tinkerbell attempted diplomacy.

Tinkerbell: “We don’t want to harm you. We simply want your gold.”

Leprechaun: “Absolutely not.”

Coco: “Okay, then we want your thumbs.”

Leprechaun: “Absolutely not.”

Piper: from behind the gate “I want his ankles.”

Tinkerbell: “Ignore her. She’s… spirited.”

After twenty minutes of arguing, bribery attempts, and Piper trying to chew through the baby gate like a raccoon, the leprechaun finally sighed.

Leprechaun: “Fine. I’ll give ye one coin if ye promise to never summon me again.”

Coco: “Deal.”

Tinkerbell: “Agreed.”

Piper: “Can I bite it to make sure it’s real?”

Leprechaun: “NO.”

He tossed the coin onto the rug, muttered something in Gaelic that I’m pretty sure was a curse, and vanished in a puff of glitter. Piper immediately tried to eat the coin. So now my cats have one magical gold coin, no butler, no thumbs, and  a restraining order from the leprechaun realm. Disasters. Tinkerbell is drafting an apology letter to Ireland. Coco is Googling “how to invest one coin in crypto” Piper is behind a baby gate screaming, “I won the war!” And me? I’m just trying to drink my coffee in peace while living with three furry agents of chaos who almost started an international incident with the Fae.

And that, dear readers, is how my cats managed to terrify a magical creature, negotiate absolutely nothing, and still walk away with a gold coin that Piper immediately tried to swallow like it was communion. The leprechaun vanished in a puff of glitter, probably filing a complaint with the. The leprechaun vanished in a puff of glitter, probably filing a complaint with whatever Fae Department of Magical handles “feline‑related incidents.” is researching “how to retire on one coin.” Piper is behind a baby gate screaming, “I am the chosen one!” And me I’m just trying to figure out how to explain this to my therapist without getting put on a watchlist.

Don’t you worry. Part Three is on the way and trust me. The glitter storm hasn’t even peaked yet. Backup is on the way, and Piper is about to discover what consequences feel like. Stay tuned. Thanks for reading! Keep smiling.

Affirmation: I handle unexpected visitors with grace, unlike my cats who handle them with teeth.

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Things I Trust More Than This Administration

“I trust bad vibes, random coincidences, and my toaster more than this administration.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a list. It’s a public service announcement. A spiritual awakening. And a petty masterpiece crafted by a woman who has seen too much, heard too much, and tripped in public too many times to stay silent.

I woke up this morning. Turned on the news. And immediately felt my soul pack a suitcase and whisper, “I’ll be at the Motel 6 if you need me.” Piper gasped like she was watching a telenovela. Coco clutched her imaginary pearls. Tinkerbell just sighed the sigh of a woman who has lived through 14 administrations and is spiritually moisturized enough to handle anything.

And that’s when I knew it was time. Time to document Things I Trust More Than the Current Administration. It’s a list so chaotic, so accurate, and so spiritually petty that even my ancestors leaned in like, “Go on, baby. Tell it.” So, grab your snacks, your beads, your emotional support beverage, and your sense of humor. This is about to get disrespectful in a healing way.

1. My flip‑flops.

Yes. It’s the same flip‑flops that tried to assassinate me in slow motion. The ones with the structural integrity of a soggy communion wafer. The ones that folded like a cheap lawn chair at a family reunion. Still more dependable.

Tinkerbell: “At least the flip‑flops don’t lie on television.”

2. Piper’s decision‑making skills.

This is the same creature who ate a sparkly Pride bandana. Who tried to flash her nonexistent cat boobs for beads. And who attempted to unionize against bedtime. And yet? I trust her more.

Piper: “I make bold choices. Not good ones. But bold.”

3. A gas station egg salad sandwich.

Expiration date: unknown. Smell: concerning. Texture: illegal. But at least it’s honest about the danger.

Coco: “It may kill you, but it won’t gaslight you.”

4. A toddler holding a permanent marker.

Will they draw on the wall or the dog or their own face? Yes. But at least you know chaos is coming.

5. A goose with a clipboard.

He’s honking. He’s chasing people. He’s eating paperwork. But he believes in his mission.

Piper: “That’s passion. I respect it.”

6. My own ability to walk in flip‑flops.

History says no. Physics says no. Gravity says “Absolutely No.” But I still trust myself more.

Coco: “Bold of you.”

7. The cats’ ability to behave in public.

They have caused a Mardi Gras incident. Stolen a praline. Gotten into a legal dispute with NOPD. And started a jazz band. And yet? More trustworthy.

8. A Walmart shopping cart with one broken wheel.

It squeaks. It veers left. It shakes like it’s possessed. But it’s trying its best.

9. A fortune cookie written by someone who was clearly drunk.

“Your future is… something.” Same, babe. Same.

10. Ebola

At least Ebola is upfront like, “I’m dangerous. Stay away.” No mixed messages. No confusion. Just pure, uncut honesty.

Tinkerbell: “Clarity is a love language.”

11. Jeffrey Dahmer’s dinner invitations

Not attending. Not RSVPing. Not even opening the envelope. But at least you KNOW what you’re getting into. There’s no mystery. No surprises. Just a firm, “No thank you, sir,” and a quick jog in the opposite direction.

Coco: “Predictability matters.”

12. Jim Jones’ Kool‑Aid recipe

Not drinking it. Not smelling it. Not being in the same ZIP code as it. But I trust that it will do exactly what it promises. No false advertising. No fine print. Just consequences.

Piper: “At least it’s consistent.”

13. COVID 1‑19

The actual virus. Because COVID shows up like, “Hey girl, I’m back.” And honestly? I respect the commitment to the bit. It’s the ex who keeps returning but at least texts first.

Tinkerbell: “Reliability is reliability, even when it’s terrible.”

14. A stomach virus

It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t gaslight you. It just shows up at 3 AM like, “Hope you didn’t have plans today.”

Coco: “At least it’s punctual.”

15. A fart when I have amoebic dysentery

This is the MOST untrustworthy thing on Earth. A gamble. A spiritual test. A moment where your soul leaves your body and watches from the ceiling. And yet, still more trustworthy.

Piper: “High‑risk, high‑reward.”

Tinkerbell: “Baby, that’s not a fart. That’s a prophecy.”

16. A gas station hotdog that’s been spinning since 2014

At least it hasn’t claimed to have a plan for the country.

17. My cats’ understanding of personal space

They don’t respects boundaries, much the administration. But they’re consistent about something.

18. A psychic named Debra who accepts Venmo

Makes promises you can verify immediately.

19. My phone’s autocorrect

Provides helpful suggestions, not false promises.

20. The voice in my head that says, “this is a bad idea.”

Offers accountability before the disaster.

And do you know what? None of them have access to nuclear codes.

And so, after reviewing flip‑flops with abandonment issues, geese with clipboards, and Piper’s ongoing feud with law enforcement, one truth remains. There are many things in this world more trustworthy than the current administration. And most of them should not be legally trusted at all. But here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Spiritually hydrated. Held together by snacks, sarcasm, and the emotional support of three cats who have never paid taxes but have very strong opinions.

Piper is already drafting her own State of the Union. Coco is fact‑checking it with a glass of imaginary wine. Tinkerbell is praying for all of us. As for me? I’m lighting the sage again. Because after this list, the energy in here needs a full exorcism. And remember, “If chaos is inevitable, at least make it funny.” Thanks for reading! Keep resisting.

Affirmation: “I move through this chaotic timeline with the resilience of a goose with a clipboard, and the unhinged optimism of someone who still trusts a fart during amoebic dysentery more than the people allegedly running the country.”

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The Cats Have Beads And I Have Regrets

“Cats at Mardi Gras don’t follow the parade. They become the parade, by collecting beads, chaos, and admirers with every classy decision.”                                                                       

-Unknown                              

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. I should probably sage my area twice after the way my cats acted at Mardi Gras. So, that means we are unleashing the FULL‑POWER, CATEGORY 5, LOUISIANA‑CERTIFIED, CAT‑LED MARDI GRAS CHAOS. Buckle up. The beads are flying.

Piper woke up at 4:12 AM, standing on my chest like a possessed raccoon.

Piper: “Get up. We have a city to embarrass.”

She had already packed, in her bag, a chicken nugget she found under the couch, a Mardi Gras mask she stole from your closet, and a crumpled receipt she insists is “legal documentation.” Coco walked in wearing a robe like a Real Housewife of the Deep South. Tinkerbell entered last, dragging a rosary and a Ziploc of Goldfish crackers.

Coco: “I expect VIP treatment. And a float. And a man named Boudreaux.”

Tinkerbell: “I’m not saying I’m worried. I’m saying I’ve updated my will.”

Piper pressed every button in the car like she was trying to hack the Pentagon.

Piper: “WHAT DOES THIS DO? OH LOOK! THE CAR IS SCREAMING. WE’RE FAMOUS!”

Coco rolled down the window and let the wind hit her like she was filming a shampoo commercial.

Coco: “If anyone asks, I’m a celebrity. You’re my assistant.”

Tinkerbell buckled herself in and whispered,” Jesus take the wheel. Literally.”
And the moment the door opened, Piper shot out like a bottle rocket dipped in espresso. Coco strutted behind her, tail high, sunglasses on, giving the city her best “you’re welcome.”

Piper: “THE AIR SMELLS LIKE SPICE AND POOR DECISIONS. I BELONG HERE.”
Coco: “Someone bring me a hurricane. And a man with a boat.”

Tinkerbell approached a street musician and sat politely.

Tinkerbell: “Play something soothing, baby. My nerves are fried.”

Within minutes, the cats were ON a float. Not allowed. Not invited. Just… on it. Piper was leading chants like she was running for governor. And she also tried to flash her nonexistent cat boobs for beads, and now she’s beefing with the New Orleans Police Department.

Piper: “THROW ME BEADS OR I’LL STEAL YOUR SNACKS!”

It started innocently enough. Piper saw a woman flash her chest and receive 14 strands of beads and a standing ovation. Piper, never one to be outdone, climbed onto a balcony, puffed out her fur, and screamed:

Piper: “PREPARE YOUR BEADS, MORTALS. I’M ABOUT TO MAKE HISTORY.”

She then attempted to “flash” by dramatically lifting her front paws and turning in a circle like a confused rotisserie chicken. Unfortunately, a nearby cop did not find this performance amusing.

Officer (into walkie): “We’ve got a situation. It’s… a cat. Attempting nudity.”

Piper was issued a verbal warning and told to “keep it classy.” She was so salty about the whole thing that she spent the rest of the parade refusing to wave, refusing to smile, and refusing to acknowledge the crowd.

Piper (arms crossed, tail twitching): “I COULD’VE BEEN LEGENDARY. BUT NOOOO. APPARENTLY ‘FUR CLEAVAGE’ ISN’T A THING.”

She sat on the float like a disgraced pageant queen, wearing 3 pity beads and a look that could curdle milk. Coco tried to cheer her up by tossing beads and blowing kisses.

Coco: “Smile, darling. You’re still famous. Just… not in a legal way.”

Tinkerbell handed her a beignet and whispered

Tinkerbell: “Eat this and let it go. You’re not the first woman to get rejected by Bourbon Street.”

Coco was posing dramatically, letting the wind hit her like she was starring in a perfume ad called “Regret.”

Coco: “Take my picture. No, not that angle. I said my GOOD side.”

Tinkerbell was giving life advice to drunk tourists.

Tinkerbell: “Hydrate, sweetheart. And don’t date a man who says he ‘used to be a promoter.’”

At Café du Monde, Piper inhaled a beignet so fast she briefly left her physical body. And she was covered in powdered sugar.

Piper: “I HAVE SEEN THE DIVINE. IT TASTES LIKE FRIED HEAVEN.”

Coco refused hers because “powdered sugar is not couture.” Tinkerbell ate hers slowly, like a woman who has lived through 14 Mardi Gras and knows the consequences.

By the end of the night, the cats returned to the car wearing 112 strands of beads, a feathered mask, a tiny crown, a sticker that said “I danced with Big Tony”, and the faint aroma of bourbon and regret.

Piper: “I want to move here permanently.”

Coco: “I’m starting a jazz band called The Purrcussionists.”

Tinkerbell: “I stole a praline. Drive.”

And so, as the sun dipped behind the wrought iron balconies and the last bead hit the pavement with a dramatic plonk, the cats returned home from Mardi Gras bedazzled, beigneted, and emotionally unstable.

Piper, still fuming from her failed flashing attempt, refused to make eye contact with anyone and spent the ride home muttering, “I could’ve been iconic.” Coco, who had somehow acquired a saxophone and three phone numbers, declared herself “spiritually Cajun now.” And Tinkerbell, wise and weary, curled up in a pile of stolen doubloons and whispered, “Never trust a man in a feathered vest.”

I drove in silence, covered in powdered sugar and regret, wondering how you became the designated adult in a Mardi Gras saga starring three cats and one frog costume. May your beads be untangled, your beignets be warm, and your cats never again attempt public nudity for plastic jewelry. Thanks for reading! Keep smilin.’

Affirmation: I am a majestic Mardi Gras creature. I attract beads, snacks, and admiration effortlessly. My fur is flawless, my paws are powerful, and my ability to cause chaos is a spiritual gift.

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Piper’s First Valentine’s Day

“This is definitely an ‘I’ll let you take up the whole bed’ kind of love.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Before we dive into this Valentine’s Day conversation between Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell, you need to prepare yourself spiritually, emotionally, and possibly legally. This is not a drill. This is a three‑cat romantic holiday special, and none of them have the emotional maturity for it.

Piper is experiencing her very first Valentine’s Day and is convinced the heart‑shaped decorations are either edible, haunted, or both. Coco has already declared herself “too evolved” for holiday nonsense but will absolutely participate if snacks are involved. And Tinkerbell? She’s been practicing dramatic poses since sunrise and is one tail‑flick away from demanding a wind machine.

Take a deep breath, center your soul, and maybe grab a helmet. Because nothing says “Valentine’s Day” quite like three cats trying to understand love, treats, and why humans keep squealing at them. Welcome to the chaos.

The situation starts in the hallway. A pink paper heart lies on the floor. Piper is sniffing it like it might be a trap. Coco is perched on a shelf, judging everything. Tinkerbell is dramatically sprawled across a blanket like she’s posing for a romance novel cover.

Tinkerbell: “Ah yes… Valentine’s Day. A day of love, devotion, and dramatic poses. You’re welcome, everyone.”

Coco: “You’re not even posing. You’re just lying there like a furry croissant.”

Tinkerbell: “A romantic furry croissant.”

Piper: “Um… what exactly is Valentine’s Day? Mom keeps saying it’s my first one. Should I be nervous?”

Coco: “Only if you hate affection. Or treats. Or being told you’re adorable every five minutes.”

Piper: “Oh. So, a normal day?”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly, little one. Except today the humans get extra sentimental. They say things like “my sweet baby” and “my heart is full” while we’re just trying to nap.”

Piper: “So why is it special for me?”

Coco: “Because it’s your first Valentine’s Day in this family. Your first one where you’re safe, loved, and part of the chaos.”

Tinkerbell: “And because you’ve officially been promoted from “new cat” to “beloved gremlin.”

Piper: “Beloved gremlin?”

Coco: “It’s a compliment. Trust me.”

Piper: “So, Valentine’s Day means I’m really part of the pride now?”

Tinkerbell: “You’ve been part of us since the moment you tried to steal my blanket. Bold move. I respected it.”

Coco: “And when you knocked over Mom’s drink. Twice. That sealed the deal.”

Piper: “I didn’t mean to.”

Coco: “Exactly. That’s what made it adorable.”

Piper: “So, what do we do to celebrate?”

Tinkerbell: “We nap dramatically. We accept treats. We allow forehead kisses. We tolerate photos. We act like we invented love.”

Coco: “And we remind you that you are home. For good.”

Piper: “I like Valentine’s Day.”

Tinkerbell: “Then welcome to your first one, sweetheart. You’re loved. Deeply. Even when you chew things you shouldn’t.”

Tinkerbell: “Now then. Who wants to help me dramatically lounge on the Valentine’s blanket for photos?”

Coco: “Hard pass. Last year she made me wear a bow tie. I’m still recovering emotionally.”

Piper: “What’s a bow tie? Is it dangerous? Does it bite?”

Coco: “Only your dignity.”

Tinkerbell: “Relax, children. This year, I’m going for a “natural beauty” aesthetic. No costumes. Just vibes.”

Piper: “Oh! I can do vibes!”

Immediately knocks over a decorative heart

Coco: “And there it is. The Valentine’s chaos has begun.”

Tinkerbell: “Honestly? Iconic. Destructive. Poetic. Piper, you’re officially ready for your first Valentine’s Day.”

Piper: “Does that mean I get more treats?”

Coco: “Kid, it’s Valentine’s Day. You could sneeze and Mom would give you a treat.”

Tinkerbell: “Watch this.”

Slow blinks dramatically at and me and all three cats simultaneously receive treats.

Piper: “So this is love?”

Coco: “This is manipulation. But yes, also love.”

Tinkerbell: “Welcome to the family, sweetheart. Now let’s go knock over something else. For romance.”

By the end of the day, the house looked like Cupid had broken in, gotten confused, and left in a hurry. Piper was proudly carrying around a crumpled paper heart like she’d won a major award. Coco had retreated to her high shelf to judge everyone from above, as is tradition. And Tinkerbell? She was sprawled across the Valentine’s blanket like a dramatic Victorian hero who had fainted from too much affection. Truly, the vibes were immaculate.

And as the treats settled, the chaos calmed, and the humans finally stopped squealing about “cute little faces,” the cats came to a single, universal conclusion. Valentine’s Day is weird. But also kind of amazing. After all, any holiday that rewards them for simply existing is a holiday worth celebrating. So, here’s to Piper’s first Valentine’s Day. A day full of love, snacks, dramatic posing, and just enough mischief to keep the universe balanced. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: You are loved like a warm lap on a rainy day.

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The Feline State of the Union: We’re Doomed, Bring Snacks

“Politics is just humans arguing in circles. Cats understand the truth: sit on the highest perch, knock over what no longer serves you, and nap through the drama.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Because today’s blog is a political circus, as told by three cats who have never paid taxes, never voted, and yet somehow believe they understand the system better than any human alive. Sit back and enjoy the girls’ explanation about the chaos of government.

Tinkerbell: “Gather around. The Big Orange Cat is speaking again.”

Coco: “Speaking? He’s yelling. He always yells. Why do humans elect creatures who yell?”

Piper: “I don’t know. But all the other cats around him are making faces like he might’ve pooped out of the litter box.”

Me: “He’s not actually our leader. He’s a waste of fur. He’s just loves hearing his gums flap.”

Tinkerbell: “Then why is he in a fancy room with gold curtains?”

Me: “Because humans make choices.”

Coco: “Poor ones.”

Tinkerbell: “Who are these other creatures around him?”

Me: “His cabinet.”

Piper: “Like furniture?”

Coco: “No, idiot. Advisors. Though honestly, furniture might do a better job.”

Tinkerbell: “I see a raccoon with a briefcase. A goose with a badge. A possum asleep under the table.”

Me: “That’s surprisingly accurate.”

Piper: “Why is the goose in charge of paperwork?”

Coco: “Because humans love chaos.”

Me: “Well, he is also involved in a coverup regarding “The Catstein Files.” Okay, this channel is supposed to explain what’s happening.”

Coco: “All I hear is squawking.”

Piper: “They’re parrots! They repeat everything! This is amazing!”

Tinkerbell: “They are not reporting. They are echoing. Loudly. With feathers.”

Coco: “One of them just said “BREAKING NEWS” for the fourth time in ten minutes.”

Piper: “BREAKING NEWS: I knocked over a plant.”

Coco: “BREAKING NEWS: No one is surprised.”

Tinkerbell: “Why are those geese chasing people?”

Me: “That’s LICE a Border Patrol Enforcement Agency.”

Coco: “Enforcement? They’re honking aggressively and losing their paperwork.”

Piper: “One of them is eating the paperwork.”

Tinkerbell: “Truly, a symbol of government efficiency.”

Me: “They’re supposed to keep things organized.”

Coco: “They can’t even keep their feathers organized. And what is that thing on his head?”

Me: “That is a fur piece he saved and put on his head. He calls it a hairstyle. But it looks like a gigantic, runaway hairball.”

Tinkerbell: “Well, you would have to see his cat parents to understand where his hideous genetics originated. I have lived many lives. I have seen many things. But this is the most chaotic government I have ever witnessed.”

Coco: “If humans ran the world like cats, everything would be better. Step one: naps. Step two: snacks. Step three: no yelling.”

Piper: “Step four: chase the geese.”

Coco: “Piper, no.”

Piper: “Piper, YES!”

After reviewing the Big Orange Cat, the raccoon cabinet, the parrot news network, and the goose enforcement squad, my cats have reached a unanimous conclusion, that humans should not be in charge of anything. Not governments. Not agencies. Not news. Not even their own shoes. If cats ran the world, it would be quieter, cleaner, and significantly fluffier. Though admittedly, nothing would ever get done because everyone would be asleep. Thanks for reading! And stand up for your rights and the rights of others.

Affirmation: I remain calm, centered, and spiritually moisturized, even when the world behaves like a raccoon run cabinet meeting where parrots scream policy updates and geese with clipboards chase each other in circles.

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The Girls And Their New Year’s “Revolutions”

“Every day is Caturday.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about what the girls have decided that their new year’s resolutions will be. 

Copeland asked me one day, “Momma what are Coco, Tink and Piper’s new year’s revolutions?” Not really paying attention I asked, “What did you say?” He repeated, “What are Tink, Coco, and Piper’s New Year’s “Revolutions?” I start giggling. He said, “Why are you laughing?” I told him, “Baby boy, that’s New Year’s Resolutions not Revolutions.” To which he replied, “Can you please find out?” So, this story is my quest for answers.

Me: “Girls! Come here, please!”

Piper: “Coming momma!”

Coco: “Me too!”

Tink: “Me three!”

The sound of the jingling of the bell on their collars is always anticipated

  Me: “Thank you, girls. So, brother Copeland wants me to ask you a question. He wants to know what your New Year’s “Revolutions” are?

Piper: “What’s that?”

Coco: “Momma, my revolutions are around the snack cart only?”

Tink:  “You’re a dork. Momma, could you explain to me what that is?”

Me: “Well, it’s what you want to challenge yourself to do for the New Year.”

Coco: “That’s easy. I want to seize control over the world’s supply of catnip.”

Tink: “I want to learn how to fly and be a bird.”

Coco: “Omg! Was that a serious answer?”

Tink: “Hush it grumpy.”

Me: “Ok, Piper it’s your turn. Piper get still and be serious!”

Piper: “But momma, I’m just playing with the leftover bows and wrapping paper.”

Me: “You can do that in a minute. Your little brother wanted me to ask you about what you want to change for the new year. It’s called a New Year’s Resolution.”

Piper: “I want to enter an American Ninja Warrior competition.”

Me: “Piper, you’re too young.”

Piper: “Ummmm, ok. Well, how about taking more selfies?”

Me: “Let’s just say that maybe working on manners. And why do you want to take more selfies?”

Piper: “Because people think I’m cute!”

Me: “Fair enough little girl. Coco, do you have another resolution?”

Coco: “More catnip.”

Me: “Really? Like you couldn’t come up with another one?”

Coco: “I just do not want to be bothered and have my own personal supply of cookies, catnip, and lizards. You know I’m pretty much a professional at catching lizards.”

Me: “Yes. But only if you’re the only one in the room.”

Piper: “Yea, Coco. You need to share your lizards.”

Tink: “Momma, what are your New Year’s Resolutions?”

Me: “Probably, just authoring more stories about you all. I would also like to spend more time with your brothers. And I have a big surprise for this year.”

Coco, Tink and Piper: “Oh we like surprises. What is it?”

Me: “Well, it’s a surprise.”

Coco: “Momma, you can’t tell us that you have a surprise and then not tell us. It’s against the rules.”

Me: “Rules of what?”

Coco: “Well, I do live in the United States of Coco. And in the cat bible of instructions it’s specifically states, “You are not allowed to speak of surprises and not instantly tell us what it is. And that is found in 1 Coco 24:7.”

Me: “Big problem. I’m not a cat.”

Coco: “That’s right. I feel sorry for you. Because cats are the highest beings on earth.”

Me: “Have you ever seen me on 420? Because I would put that statement to the test. Ok. Does anyone have something else they need to say in this family meeting?”

Tink: “Well, momma, I would like to bite the big orange turd in the White House directly in his swollen cankles.”

Me: “I think most people in our country could agree on that. For right now though, let’s just work on becoming an even happier family.”

Piper: “But what about my brothers?”

Me:  “Baby, your brothers will always be a part of our family.”

Affirmation: There is no one else in the world I would rather be.

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Merry Christmas From Piper, Coco, And Tink

“You had me at meow.”

-Unknown

Piper: “When’s our next holiday?”

Me: “Funny you should ask. It is called Christmas.”

Piper: “And what happens then?”

Me: “Well, it’s another holiday where we spend time together as a family. Except this time, we leave catnip and treats out for Kitty Claus.”

Piper: “What does Kitty Claus do?”

Me: “He brings toys and snacks to all the cats all over the world.”

Piper: “Whoa! How does he do all of that?”

Me: “Well, Kitty Claus has a sleigh that’s magically powered by catnip. And then while all the cats are sleeping, he comes to where they are and leaves out gifts. And then he goes to the next area. And we leave out snacks with some tuna juice out to make sure he doesn’t get too hungry.”

Piper: “Oh, momma. What a great idea! I just love Kitty Claus.”

Me: “But have you been good this year?”

Piper: “Momma, I have been the best. Coco hasn’t because she’s grouchy and has been smacking me ever since I had my surgery.”

Me:  “Weren’t you around a lot of other animals?”

Piper: “Yes ma’am.”

Me: “When you come home and you smell funny, sometimes it scares other cats. Plus, you were definitely “bobbing and weaving.” And the smell of other animals stays in your fur for a while. And when you come home and start swatting  things in the air that aren’t there it is kind of understandable. Don’t you think? 

Piper: “You mean to tell me that I smell like a dog too?”

Me: “Ummmm….Yes you do!”

Coco: “Hello. I do have my own voice. Let me explain something little feline. I smelled the residue of a thermometer and those horrible dogs on you. Do you want to smell like those things?”

Piper: “Oh. I never want to smell like them. They are definitely the lesser of the animal species. And by the way, I was smelling colors and playing with butterflies.”

Tink: “Yea the ones that were not visible to the rest of us. But it’s ok. We did the same thing after our surgeries. It’s ok, kiddo. Coco is the oldest and, by far, the grouchiest.”

Piper: “I love you two. Ya’ll are the best! You teach me so many things. How are my manners?”

Coco: “There is always room for improvement.”

Tink: “Coming from the one who walks across momma in the mornings always putting her internal organs are risk? And the one who breaks into the tub where the cookies stay, and helps herself to a buffet?”

Me: “Ok girls. That’s enough. Everyone makes mistakes and Piper is still learning. But Coco, that does hurt when you walk across me in the mornings.”

Coco: “When I’m starving, my vision starts to become blurry. So, I need to be able to wake you up to feed me so that it doesn’t become permanent.”

Me: “Coco, you are not losing vision from being hungry. And I do not do things based on your inability to be patient.”

Tink: “Piper, you are doing better.”

Piper: “Thank you, Big Sissy. Momma, can we put out the yummies?”

Me: “Yes we can. And then ya’ll need to go to sleep so that Kitty Claus will bring your gifts.”

Coco: “Fine. But I need more cookies.”

Me: “Ok everyone needs to use the litter box and decide where they want to sleep.”

Tink: “I’m sleeping in front of the heater.”

Coco: “Oh me too.”

Piper: “Oh, I want to sleep in front of the heater too. Momma, come help me. I want to hurry and get into bed so that Kitty Clause brings my toys and snacks. Will you hold me while I go to sleep?”

Me: “The problem with that is that you will never get still. And then you just start chewing on my fingers.”

Piper: “That’s because they’re my binky.”

Me: “Well, don’t use my fingers as your binky. Go use the litter box.”

A few moments later

Piper: “Ok, momma. Wow! It looks great!”

Me: “Ok baby. Let’s go get in the recliner and I’ll hold you for a few minutes.”

Piper: “Yippee! Night big sissies!”

Coco and Tink: “Good night Piper.”

Piper took several minutes to gently lick and then chew my fingers while also being squirmy. I put her on her bed. All of the girls began taking their final baths for the day. And I watched videos on my phone. After several minutes, I looked up to find them all sound asleep. My family finally felt complete. Things get loud and crazy with the boys and the cats. But I smiled and realized, at that very moment, what Christmas was all about. It’s not about how much catnip and treats that you own. It’s about the type of unconditional love that can only come from some humans and all animals. And despite what the world might think, Coco, Tink, and Piper, love me no matter what.

Affirmation: I am worth treats and adoration.

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Piper’s Spay Day

“A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people and many cats prefer people to other cats.”

 -Mason Cooley

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a situation that occurred. And, well, it was concerning the specific moment when I had to tell Piper that she was going to get spayed.

Me: “Piper!”

Piper: “Coming momma!”

Me: “What were you three doing?”

Piper: “I had just jumped on Tink’s back and was biting her head. And she was getting mad at me.”

Me: “Well, I need to talk to you about something?”

Coco: “Me and Tink are on the way, momma.”

Me: “Well, it might be good to have you here for support.”

Tink: “Uh-oh. Is everything ok?”

Piper: “What’s the matter momma?”

Me: “Well, when you get to be a certain age you need to have a surgery.”

Tink: “Oh yes! Snip, snip little girl.”

Coco: “Snip! Snip! And it’s going to hurt really bad.”

Me: “Tink! Coco! Ya’ll stop. You’re going to scare her.”

(Piper begins sobbing)

Piper: “Momma, why do you want to make me hurt?”

Me: “Coco and Tink, why did you say that?”

Piper: “Momma, I’m scared!”

Me: “Look, calm down a second. When you get to be a certain age, you must have a surgery to remove your kitten maker.”

Coco: “Snip! Snip!”

Me: “Coco, stop it! Piper, they give you some medicine to make you go to sleep so that you don’t even know that it’s going on.”

Piper: “But momma. What if I wanted to be a momma one day?”

Me: “Piper let me explain something to you. Momma cats don’t just have one kitten. If they had just one, you could have a kitten, and it could live with us. Momma cats have anywhere from 8-12 babies at a time. And we wouldn’t able to keep them. It would be harder on you if I took your babies away from you after you had already bonded with them.”

Piper: “So you’re not doing this to be mean to me?”

Me: “No baby. Tink and Coco did the same thing. And it helps keep you healthier the older you get. If you had a lot of babies and we couldn’t find homes for them all, we would have to take them to the shelter. And there are already too many puppies and kittens who have to do that. I’m just trying to make it easier on you and all of us by doing this. Think about it. If you had 8 kittens. Coco had 8 kittens. And Tink had 8 kittens. What would we have?”

Piper: “A crowd?”

Me: “Yes. And I wouldn’t be able to care for that many.”

Piper: “Ok. Well, I don’t want to be a momma cat to that many babies. But I’m still scared.”

Me: “I know you are. But I will go with you.”

Piper: “You promise?”

Me: “Unless, of course, you know how to drive a vehicle.”

Piper: “No way.”

Me: “I promise you might be a little scared. But you will be fine. And I will go get you whenever they say that you’re safe to come back home. And then we can cuddle, ok?”

Piper: “Ok. Please don’t forget about me.”

Me: “Don’t worry. Me and your sisters would never forget about you.”

Tink: “Piper, we were just messing with you. You will be fine. If you get scared, just ask “tha Jesus” to make you not scared.”

Coco: “Yea, kid. We were just playing with you. I was a little sleepy and sore afterwards. But the doctors will give you some medicine to make you not hurt but just a little bit.”

Piper: “Will you and Tink go with me?”

Coco: “Heck no!”

Piper: “Why not?”

Tink: “Because they take your temperature.”

Piper: “What does that mean?”

Me: “They just want to make sure that you don’t have a fever which would mean that you were sick.”

Piper: “Ok. Well, that doesn’t seem bad.”

(Coco now mumbling)

Coco: “That’s what you think.”

Piper: “What?”

 Me: “Coco hush up. Piper, you will be fine.”

Piper: “Ok. Thank ya’ll for explaining things. I feel better. I love you big sissies.”

Coco and Tink: “We love you too, Piper.”

I’m writing this the day after Piper’s surgery. She did fine. And when I picked her up from the vet, except for the fact that she was still a little bit woozy and moving around like she had eaten an entire container of cannabis edibles, she did extremely well. Piper and Tink hissed at her for the next four hours because she and her carrier smelled like Noah’s ark from being around so many other animals, I am currently writing with two of them in my lap. Remember to always spay and neuter your animals. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: I know when to curl up for a good nap

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