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This is a story I wrote about Coco and her mean school teacher, Ms. Beans.
Ewww that mean old teacher named Ms Beans. That wasn’t her real name. That was just a nickname we called her because she would “crop dust” the whole class. We all started gagging the longer it was alive. Why?! Because she would close the door taking away what little ventilation we were getting. But I would always tell her that I had a hairball condition when she would ask me why I was gagging. We couldn’t exactly raise our paws and say, ”Ms Fart I’ve got a question.” So me and my classmates just called her ms beans.
Actual name is Truffles the Cat
You know I heard that they found her dead in her litter box due to an explosion. May her mean ass be comforted and corrected by tha Jesus. If not, may tha Jesus kick her out of heaven and send with her a bottle of water and suntan lotion to the red light in the ground.
“Sometimes the goal is to just survive, and the memories are a bonus.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about the holidays and family. Don’t worry. It also gives me gas at the thought of the two, once again, colliding.
This should be a happy time for most of us. However, especially in our current political climate, I would venture to say that the thought of interacting with family members who stand on the opposite of the isle makes me want to step out into oncoming traffic. So, this year, I’ll be spending most of my holiday time with the only ones that seem trustworthy, my boys and my cats.
My cats could care less about what the current political environment is like. And they also don’t care whether I’m straight or gay. And unlike some of my family members, all they want to do is spend every waking hour with me. With all of my quirkiness, they just seem to keep scrolling as none of that matters to them.
My boys and I will spend time together during their school break. Activities include burning leaves and wood at the fire pit, roasting wieners and marshmallows, and cuddling in the cool night air while talking about the newest and most concerning issues of being a child. And I will, more than likely, be pummeled by nerf gun bullets sometime during their stay.
We never have enough money to do everything that we want to do. But what we do have is each other. They devour every bit of food available. And at the end of the day, they are my children, and I am their mom. The cats are their sisters. There is absolutely nothing that can compare to that.
By the end of their stay, the cats are tired of being nice and the boys are tired of being nice to each other. And I am, once again, interested in a little bit of quiet time. No matter how tired and irritated we can get, me and the boys experience the true meaning of family. And that’s what it’s all supposed to be about. Not judging someone for who they are versus who they are not. Thanks for reading! And enjoy your time with family in whatever way that takes shape.
Affirmation: I will approach this holiday with the same calm wisdom I use to navigate family debates over the thermostat.
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negativity energy, go away. Today is turning out to be on of my favorite months of the year. It is officially National Cat Month. And my family of cats are responsible for some of the happiness that I experience.
National Cat Month is dedicated to celebrating cats and promoting responsible pet ownership, which includes cat health and welfare (https://nationaltoday.com, 2025). These beautiful animals have their own unique standard of living. Which screams royalty. And with cats, you either hate them or love them. They love physical touch. However, it must be their personalized conditions that is acceptable on their time schedule.
I never considered myself specifically a cat person. I’ve always loved and had a special connection with animals in general. However, working for a local vet and being responsible for the puppy and kitten adoption center, would make me a “cat mom” forever. And it took the will of two one week old kittens to change my life forever. And sixteen years later, I would have to make the decision to hand them back to the creator.
For many years, they were all I had emotionally to survive the daily abuse of a domestic violence situation. We left that situation with a monkey of PTSD on our back. And they further helped to support me many nights when I just wanted to cave and go back. But when I looked into their eyes and saw the damage that he did to them, I thought better of it. Many nights I clung on to their fur and unconditional love for me in order to see the morning. Losing them, no matter the reason, left me lonely and defeated for the next five years barely existing. That is, until Coco needed a home. And then Tinkerbell needed a home. And finally, little Pricess Piper who joined us a few weeks ago.
No matter the cattitude that I see with each one, I consider myself blessed to take on the roll once again of “cat mom.” We are all still adjusting to the newest addition. And the big sisters are finally beginning to soften up their steel exterior. I have included Tink, Coco and Piper’s profile so that you can see how very unique their personalities are. Piper, while still a kitten, has one of the sweetest and curious temperaments with a total lack of boundaries. No worries. It’s a process that will surely be accepted with the other three family members.
Coco’s Profile:
She is the mayor of my place known simply as “Camp Frat Pad.”
She enjoys:
Having first dibs on all food.
Being brave until she hears or sees wind, rain, or random noise.
Waking me up by licking my hair, forehead, and/or eyelids.
Things she’s learned in therapy:
· She doesn’t like therapy because “She doesn’t do anything wrong.”
· Be quiet and take a nap.
· It’s everyone else’s fault.
· When therapy session is over, always demand treats because she could’ve been a distraction.
· Boundaries are for someone else.
TINK’S PROFILE:
Her drag name is Sushi. She is a very beautiful calico. She doesn’t care about world peace as long as the dolphin’s are saved from the windmills.
She enjoys:
Doing maintenance jobs with poppa.
Playing floor hockey with her litter pellets.
Walking on the high shelf and purposely knocking things off. Especially, if it’s expensive or requires a lot of work like Legos.
And practices catching water from the faucet instead of drinking it.
Things she doesn’t enjoy:
RULES!!!!
Having to forage for food scraps because Coco eats it all.
Being “thunder stomped” by Coco when they are supposed to be wrestling For fun.
Bucket list:
Being top catnip dealer nationally.
· Being champion of American Ninja Warrior
Lessons in Therapy:
· That to she must learn to cover her own poop instead of waiting on Coco to walk by and do it for her On her way to the food bowl.
· That she wants to be a bird.(She’s still working on what’s reality and what’s not. It’s a process. Don’t judge.)
· Everything is Coco’s fault.
· Being able to have more schedule ME time when she decides that’s she needs it.
· With the ability to be successful she, in fact, has to beat Coco to the food bowl.
· That it’s not ok to hear her owners voice calling for her to remain silent and cause undue stress while she is sleeping in the dirty clothes basket.
· In order to snuggle properly it requires you to be still.
Piper’s Profile:
She’s still young and coming into her own unique personality, needs and wants.
Things she likes for the moment:
Jumping on her sisters when they’re asleep.
Constantly playing “The Floor Is Lava.”
When momma is busy on the computer, run and jump directly on her chest, that is her throne.
When she sees momma asleep but still breathing, headbutt until she wakes up angry.
Pounce on anything that moves, including feet.
Things she doesn’t enjoy:
Therapy because she doesn’t need to improve her life in any way.
Boundaries
Having to be still without being in a food coma.
Having her paw needles trimmed.
Lessons in therapy:
· Screaming while having her nails trimmed is counterproductive.
· She can’t stay still during therapy. She is only a distraction.
· Walk across momma’s keyboard while she’s in therapy.
· Boundaries about jumping into momma’s plate does not pertain to her.
· When she gets smacked down for jumping on big sisters when they’re asleep, she must not play the “victim” afterwards.
Cats are not for everyone. They want to be petted only on their time schedule. However, they are the best supervisors when you go to the restroom. And they show their disgust every time they look at you. But there is also a precious little soul in each one of them that will always provide shoulders and a listening ear. My girls do not like it when momma cries. And they all come running to my lap when they know that I’m struggling.
After the death of my two former cats Simba and Nalla, I thought that I would never be able to open my heart and soul to another feline. And yet, I now have three. They provide a life force for my existence on a daily basis. And though we all get on each other’s nerves at some point throughout the day, the four of us are a family that will provide comfort, love, and entertainment for many years to come. Thanks for reading! Adopt a kitten and make sure to spay and neuter!
“Cat fact: Once you own a cat the probability that you bring up cats in conversation increases by 200%.”
-@mickeyandmort
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to share a short story that I wrote a few years ago. It involves my cat Tinkerbell. Sometimes you just have to take time out to thank the universe for giving things a second chance. This was one of those times.
One night I visited my parents who live no more than 60 ft from my house. I stayed over there for maybe an hour and came back home. My cats never miss a chance to greet me at the door like I’ve just returned from a 21-day furlough in Denton, TX. And they meow like they haven’t been fed the entire time. They do this because when I go to the store to pick up my groceries, I always bring back a snack for them. Therefore, every time I leave and come back that means that they have a new treat. (Yes, I have created this situation, and I hate myself for doing it.) but after ignoring their cat woes they will eventually settle down and find a place to sleep or breakout in an all-out sprinting and body slamming each other which is another little love language behavior. Not paying attention to anything but the movie, I look and see Coco beginning to settle down in her rocking chair. Tink was quiet and out of view. This means the same thing as it does for a toddler, trouble.
I get up and start looking for her. Then I heard what can make me sit straight up in the middle of the night, the sound of a cat vomiting. I flip the light on in the kitchen and realize that Tink has her back to me. The closer my hand gets, her growl lets me be aware that she is trying to hide something from me. Again, I can see that she’s chewing on something and gagging even more. I decided to go in even if I need a rabies shot soon after. I go in for the kill and stick my hand into the dark bracing myself for her angry bite. And I feel something that is not her and yank quickly. All I can do is shake my head. She was trying to swallow a rubber band. She darts out quickly. I angrily shout, “Dammit Tink you could’ve died!!!!” She scurries under the bed and out of sight. I take a deep breath knowing how lucky my sweet, crazy girl was in this situation. I clean the mess off the floor. I take another deep breath. And turn the light off. I look for her frantically to find her sound asleep on the bed and I whisper, “Thank you, Universe.”
Thanks for reading! Never forget to thank the universe for the little gifts that it blesses you with. Keep smiling!
Affirmation: I have the power to get in trouble for no good reason.
“When I feel bad, I just look at my cats and my courage returns.“
-Charles Bukowski
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negativity energy, go away. Today, I want to discuss and let you see how the girls’ practice self-care. It’s such an integral part of staying both mentally and physiclally healthy. And I have tried to impress upon the them the importance of this concept. I will take you cat by cat to prove that they have grasped the idea of the importance of self-care.
COCO
Spread out and give yourself roomGet plenty of rest.Feel your feelings and stay safe.Find a safe place
Tinkerbell
Make new friendsDo yoga.Eat a good old fashioned snow cone.Exercise
Make sure you get plenty to eat.
Piper
Find healthy outlet for your anger.Stay nice and warm.Stay hydrated even if it’s your momma’s drink.Ask for what you need.
AND ABOVE ALL….PRAY!
I hope that you’ve enjoyed this blog. Always remember that self-care isn’t a chore. It’s a necessity. Keep smiling!. And keep reading!
Affirmation: I choose to relax and enjoy the moment.
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. I know lately I’ve been storming the door with some hot topics. So, I thought that I would take time out to talk to you about some of my cat parenting woes. Tink and Coco are my girls, and I love them dearly. But one thing I have come to notice is how they suck at playing the game “Hide-and-Seek.” I had finally reached the end of my rope while suffering in silence over this. And I had to just breakdown and get a “Hide-and-Seek” tutor. Do you know how difficult they are to find?!
When I’m finally brave enough to ask a tween to help explain the concept to my children in a way that they can understand, I have to face my fears and tell them that my children that have the issues are not “technically” human children. They are my cats. They begin laughing hysterically. Not the cats. Coco and Tink are horribly embarrassed and are not grateful for my efforts. The child that has empathy for our situation prefers to remain anonymous.
Ok, I’m going out on a limb, while swallowing my pride, to show you the reasons why I had to get a tutor for my cats. Below are a few examples.
Tink: Psst! guess who?
Coco: Tink you have to put your ears down dummy.
Tink: you big idiot! You just gave away my hiding place!!!! Ugh!!! She wouldn’t have noticed!! I hope you get a dingleberry the size of a tennis ball!!!!
I understand that their recovery is “a marathon, not a sprint.” And I ask for your prayers for the three of us as we continue to work as a family, to continually face our fears to help Tink and Coco with their deficits in playing a simple game that is shared and played throughout all cultures and regions of the world. And how one day we can bring awareness to other cat families about how we can learn to live unaggressive and how to enjoy “family time” comfortably again in the near future. Thanks for your support as we struggle!
“One cat might not fix all your problems…but three might.“
-@mangosnickerskiwi
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, I want to tell you about when Piper met her brothers, Marshall, and Copeland for the first time. Here’s how our conversation went.
Piper: “Momma?”
Me: “Yes, Piper?”
Piper: “Who are those loud boys?”
Me: “Those are your brothers.”
Piper: “Well, I like them.”
Me: “So do I, baby.”
Piper: “They played with me until I couldn’t play anymore. I had to take a few “kitty naps” to keep up with them. And when they went home, I had to take a long “kitty nap.”
Me: “Oh don’t worry. So, do me and your sisters, Coco and Tinkerbell. We always take a nap when they go home.”
Piper: “Did you know that I farted in their faces?”
Me: “I think we all knew when that happened.”
Piper: “Well, Marshall was tickling my belly and then I ended upside down. So, I let it rip to get him back.”
Me: “Yea. Sometimes I do that too. But they love you very much.”
Piper: “And I love them too. You know Willow from 3 Southern Cats?”
Me: “Yes. But she recently died.”
Piper: “I know. I heard you and the boys talking about it and they were sad. Willow used to say that when she farted on something, it was hers. So technically, ya’ll are all mine.”
Me: “Well, you have a point. You have successfully farted on every one of us.”
Piper: “Yep, I’ve been secretly practicing when I go to the litterbox.”
Me: “Trust me. I has been no secret.”
Piper: “Well, I’ll keep practicing.”
Me: “I would prefer that you not practice in our laps. Only in the litterbox.”
Piper: “Well what about my sisters?”
Me: “I would prefer they do the same.”
Piper: “Ok, momma. What if I do it right in front of the fan like Tink does?”
Me: “Please don’t. I can’t take another cat like that.”
Piper: “Ok. I’ll just talk to tha Jesus about it.”
Me: “Well, he’s the only one that can handle those evil smells.”
Piper: “Dear Jesus, this is Piper again. Thank you so much for my big brothers. And you know that I’m sorry for farting on them and momma. They say that it’s evil. Is that right? If so, please remove that evilness from my belly. And please tell them to stop patting my belly. Because that’s what triggers evilness to come forth. Your humble servant, Piper. Amen.”
Me: “Very good, Piper. Now all we must do is try and survive until Jesus works his magic.”
Piper: “I love you, momma.”
Me: “I love you too, baby girl.”
Thanks again for reading. I will continue to update you on our new life with little Piper. I am happy to say that she has been officially accepted into our family begrudgingly by her sisters. And Piper is helping them get more exercise by playing with her. Keep reading. And stay connected by subscribing to our blog.
“I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It’s not. Mine had me trained in two days.”
-Bill Dana
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, I want to update you on the speaking of Piper. She might be little. But she is mighty. The following is a conversation that we had recently.
Piper: “Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow.”
Me: “Piper, what are you saying?”
Piper: “Mooooooomma?”
Me: “There you go. I knew you could do it.”
Piper: “Wait! What am I doing?”
Me: “You’re speaking English. What were you doing just now?”
Piper: “Oh, I was talking to tha Jesus.”
Me: “Really? About what?”
Piper: “Well, I was saying a prayer while speaking “Cat.” Do you think he understood me?”
Me: “Well, I would guess so since he created you.”
Piper: “He created me?”
Me: “Why yes. Jesus is behind all things good.”
Piper: “But momma those other people unalived my littermates.”
Me: “Ah yes. Baby, he’ll take care of those people. One day I’ll tell you about the red light in the ground. But he made sure you and your brother made it.
Piper: “Why? The red light in the ground? What is that?””
Me: “Well, I don’t know. Maybe it was because he knew that me and your sisters needed you in our family. And the red light in the ground is where bad people go. They always need water. It’s hot. And they will be sad forever.”
Piper: “Whoa. Do you mean Jesus can do that? Well, I don’t want them to die. I just want them to be covered in fleas without flea medicine.”
Me: “Oh yes. Jesus can do anything.”
Piper: “So, how do I thank the Jesus for doing that?”
Me: ”Well, you just pray and tell Jesus.”
Piper: “Do you mean like I was doing?”
Me: “Of course. Go ahead and speak English. He’ll understand.”
Piper: “So, does Jesus have Google translate or Rosetta Stone?”
Me: “Well, Jesus doesn’t need that. But if he did, he would use it. Go ahead and talk to him.”
Piper: “Dear Jesus, thank you for my momma that took us out of that hot sun and to the vet. Thank you for letting them help me. However, I didn’t like the thermometer. I could really do without that. And thank you for my new mommy. She does say words I don’t understand. But I think it’s because of my needles attached to my baby paws. So, please don’t be mad at her. She loves me so much! And dear Jesus, as your humble servant, I ask that you please take that evil hiss out of my sisters’ throats. Amen.”
Me: “Incredibly good, Piper.
Piper: “How do I know if he heard me?
Me: “When you said, “amen” it was like you put a stamp on the letter. It was delivered straight to heaven. Just give your sisters time. Jesus will work on them.”
Piper: “Thank you, momma. Can I have another cookie?”
Me: “You’re welcome, baby. Ummmm. You’ve already had sixty-two treats.”
Piper: “Then can I have 63?”
Me: “Fine. But only one more.”
Thanks for reading. Make sure and subscribe to this blog. So, that you never miss another post and updates on the lives of me and Coco, Tinkerbell, and Piper. Keep reading. And keep smiling.
Affirmation: The world can be cruel. So, I won’t be.
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today is a special day because I brought this beautiful little girl into our family. She is the epitome of being a survivor.
I had been wanting a new kitten for over a year. And I always thought that the name Onyx would be a great name for a black cat. I looked locally and the black kittens were either feral, no veterinary care or too expensive. But then I saw the story about this litter. And I just could not seem to put it out of my mind.
The story goes like this…Someone left a litter of kittens in a concrete parking lot in a metal cage. And there were two little ones that were hanging on for dear life. I know. I want to find those people and set them on fire too. People are just a special kind of evil for doing things like that. A lady saw them as she pulled up to the store and rescued them. And went to get veterinary care. She and her family also hand fed and spent countless hours and emotions making sure those two babies made it. A month later, I my heart told me, “That little girl is the one.”
Me and the owners talked, and I realized what this special little kitten would be for me. I met up with one of the owners at a neutral place. I got the kitten’s tiny little body out of her crate while she meowed. And I melted and then lost my breath all at once. That little girl melted my heart once I saw her. I lost my breath not from her beauty but from her tiny little “murder mittens” that reached out for safety and grabbed my boob. I felt like I had just been stabbed and was clinging to life. I’m pretty sure I dissociated too. I really hope the fear in my face and the gasp from my throat wasn’t noticed.
To keep from trying to make her a black cat when she is not, I have changed her name to Piper. And from what I can tell, the name suits her simply fine. We need each other. Her sisters Tink and Coco are not grateful for her arrival currently. I am guessing that it is because neither of them wanted to share lap space or cookies. I talked to them like toddlers saying, “We do not hiss and try to bite our friends. She is a kitten. Not a crocodile. And she is your sister.” They did not seem to care about the rationale. And they continue to hiss and sulk.
I am now at my “cat limit.” Me and my girls know how to do two things, “We know how to adapt to change and love.” We do not always do it with a smile on our faces and with love in our hearts. But little Piper is just what the three of us needed to complete our family unit.
Big brothers, Marshall and Copeland, will give her “a run for her money.” But they will no doubt love her too. She already speaks English and is sassy and mouthy just like her sisters. Stay tuned for more interactions with my three amigos. Welcome Home, Piper!
Thanks for reading! And Please Spay and Neuter Your Pets!
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