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Tink’s Love Language

“If mugs made fart noises coffee shops wouldn’t be relaxing, they’d sound like a yoga class in a retirement home.”

-Desi Lydic

Me and my cats have a nightly routine that consists of me taking my meds while Tink is at my feet watching my every move. And stares at me hoping to make me hurry along. I then Get comfortable in my recliner and cover up with my favorite blanket. Then Tink hops in my lap where we both cuddle until we’re both asleep. Except on nights when I’m scrapbooking. And then both of the girls fall asleep wherever they are. Usually, Coco is in her bed and Tink is in my recliner on my blankets. Anyway, here’s how one of our nights unfolded.

Me: “Tink wake up.”

Tink: “Mi no Habla ingles.”

Me: “Well, Rosetta Stone you better find a way to talk to me.”

Tink: “I’m sleeping.”

Me: “No you’re not you just spoke to me.”

Tink: “I talk in my sleep.”

Me: “Wake up or I will get the thermometer and check to see if you have a fever.”

Tink: “I’m up. What do you need?”

Me: “Tink, hold on omg was that you?! You are nasty!! You farted!!!! Tink,  that one is really bad. You know I can’t take bad smells. Dear God, what did you eat?! Oh, Holy Hell it’s burning my eyes too. What are your farts made of? Napalm?”

Tink: “Your big baby stop your whining it’s just your allergies. And you woke me up from my sleep and I didn’t have the energy to hold it in.”

Me: “I know. I’m allergic to cat farts. I can’t take crop dusting any better than this. Omg now I taste it! I started gagging. I had a sudden flashback to diaper days. You and your brother Copeland are the worst smelling animals on this planet! Wait until I tell him how nasty you are.”

Tink: “Fine tell him. He’s the one who taught me how to fart!”

Me: “You need to be bathed in a tub of Holy water because you have a demon in your butt. Dear God get out of my lap and off my blanket!! You probably cinged the fibers. Oh, I just threw up a little in my mouth. Find my airplane vomit bag NOW!!!!”

Tink: “Fine me and Copeland will go live with coach.”

Me: “Ummmm….I wouldn’t dare do that to her!!”

Tink: “She would, at least let me process my feelings about it.”

Sarcastically

Me: “So what are your feelings?”

Tink: “I feel that I’m a flatulent genius.”

Me: “No! Nope, nope, nope! Not even funny, Tink. Why would you want to subject coach to your farts? I thought you liked her.”

Tink: “Well you share everything with her so I thought that I would share everything too.”

Me: “Tink, I do not talk to her about farting!”

Tink: “You talk to her about being constituted.”

Me: “That’s constipated. And I told her that I almost died. It was a traumatic event.”

Tink: “Really?! There was no need to let her in on that part of your life. She likes me more than she likes you, anyway. I don’t understand why you’re being so dramatic.”

Me: “Tink I almost lost my life! I was in the middle of hostage negotiations with my poop chute, and I saw the grim reaper! The whole event scared me to death. And I will not compete for our coach with a cat! You know that she’ll call the police to come and do welfare check on me. And then I’d have to go to the ER and deal with idiots.”

Tink: “It was just a little poop ghost. The poop fan is on.”

Me: “There is nothing about that fart that is little. And no that’s our living room fan and all it does is swirl that weapon of ass destruction all over the house. And it sticks to everything. The whole house smells like I’ve been cooking with dookie tonight!”

Tink is now overcome with laughter.

Me: “A poop fan takes it out of the house. And you can tell your “ghost” that it needs a tic tac or an altoid because it has some crappy dragon breath. Plus, the police officers would arrest you for endangering the life of a vulnerable adult.”

Tink: “Well, I’ve been watching Cops, and I know when I’m supposed to start running. I refuse to be put in handcuffs!!”

Me: “They wouldn’t use handcuffs. They would bring Animal Control and use a rabies pole.”

Tink: “Outta my way momma that’s my cue to start running!”

Ever since then I have been thinking of a way to conduct a “Shock and Awe” moment. I’ve been waiting for a good fart to get her back. So, one day I waited until she was in a deep sleep. I snuck up on her like I was in some type of special forces unit. Operation: “Methane Freebie” was almost over. I got into position close to my target and I Let Her Rip!!! She got vertical at that very moment. I couldn’t help but laugh. With her eyes wide open and her tail all fluffed out she said

Tink: “What in the “Holy Crap on a Cracker” what was that?”

Hysterical Laughter

Me: “I just spoke your “love language.”

Tink: “That was not love, Momma! Had you been a man I would’ve clawed you right in the pickle.”

Me: “Yes it was your “love language.” That was me blowing you a kiss.”

Tink: “I want a divorce!”

I hope you’ve enjoyed this lighthearted post. This was not fiction. My cats and I actually have conversations like this. Thanks for reading! And keep smiling!

Affirmation: If my cat’s flatulence is excessive, I will consult with a veterinarian to rule out any underlying medical conditions.

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Coco and Scrapbooking/Bob The Sled

Me: “Coco?”

Coco: “What?!”

Me: “Why are you ignoring me?”

Coco: “Because you tell us if we can’t say anything nice. Don’t say anything at all.  So, I’m not saying anything.”

Me: “Coco what are you doing?”

Coco: “Scrapbooking.”

Me: “No you’re not.”

Coco: “Yes I am.”

Me: “Coco, you are laying in a box taking a nap. On top of the scrapbook cart. And you are talking to me.”

Coco: “Ok well the box is what I call scrapbooking. And…..”

Me: “And what?”

Coco: “And sometimes I talk in my sleep.”

Bob The Sled

Coco: “Bob, fire this fiesty little bobsled up and let’s take her for a spin.”

Bob: “First of all my name isn’t Bob. Secondly, this is a scrapbook supplies cart. And thirdly, if you jump on me again I’m going to collapse.”

Coco: “Ummm… Bob-the-scrapbook cart-sled-And the home of the brave. Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!! ”

Me:  “My cats are cray, cray. And now my scrapbook cart is talking to me.”

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Coco And Ms Beans

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.

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Fall and Family

“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.

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Domestic Violence And Animal Cruelty

“The connection between domestic violence and animal cruelty is so significant that it is commonly referred to simply as “the Link.” Perpetrators of domestic violence often threaten harm or bring actual harm to their victims’ pets in order to control them, keep victims from leaving, or to punish them for actually leaving or attempting to leave.”

-ASPCA.org

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to discuss domestic violence and pets. I won’t pretend that this topic is going to be easy to digest. However, it’s one that needs to be brought into the light.

Many of us sometimes love our animals more than people. I know, speaking only for myself, that my animals have always been a source of comfort, unconditional love, and understanding that many people can’t fully embody. They have never spoken a word as their compassion is in their eyes. And all they ask for is to be fed and also loved in return. That is, it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

My personal experience with domestic violence is knowing that absolutely nothing is off limits. And it is their cruelty that can always get worse. Do some abusers change? Yes. But if they are not willing to do self-reflection and to look at their own traumas and behaviors, then they will not change. And most blame their actions on the victim.

Please Read The Following:

     Up to 75% of women entering DV shelters report that their abuser threatened, harmed, or killed their pets in the presence of children (safehouse.org, 2024).

     Up to 65% of domestic violence victims and 48% of battered women remain in abusive homes out of fear for their pets.

     Only around 5% of U.S. shelters have any kind of housing for pets of domestic violence victims (https://www.drmartybecker.com, 2017).

Why Do Abuser Use Pets To Terrorize Their Human Partners?

·        Creating fear: Abusers may torture or kill a pet to demonstrate what they are capable of doing to their human victim or their children.

v  There were many times when I saw and heard my ex-husband’s violence against my animals. He would muzzle my outside dogs all night long most of the time. And he would beat my cats with a belt if they meowed at night. He also scared my cats so much with a broom that they began to have a very strong fear reaction for many years following me leaving him.

·        Leverage to prevent escape: Many women fear for their pet’s safety is the primary reason they delay leaving an abusive relationship.

v  One of his favorite things to say was, “One day you’re going to look up and all of your animals will be gone. You just might come home one day, and they will have vanished.”

·        Punishment and retaliation: Abusers may harm a pet as punishment for a perceived transgression or in retaliation for a partner trying to leave.

v  After 13 years of being in a domestic violence situation, and over a year of planning my departure, I left him hoping things would cool down enough to go back and get my animals as a way of saying, “I’m done.” Two weeks later, I went back to retrieve my animals, and most had been starved. There was no water. A few of the ones remaining had been eaten by other animals or were mysteriously cut in half. On that day, I was able to get out two cats and my African Grey parrot. Only three of the many that I owned. My cats were starving and had old, moldy food. My bird had moldy food and dirty water. My outside cats were nowhere to be found. And my dogs had been shot which was witnessed by a neighbor. And the sights and smells can never be undone.

·        Forcing participation: Some women survivors tell about how they were forced to participate in illegal acts under threat of harm to their pets.

v  Luckily, I was never forced to do this. Because they would’ve had to do something for me. Because I don’t have the capability to hurt my pets.

“Seeing her hurt was more than I could bear. 

I couldn’t and wouldn’t leave my pets.”

-Sarah, DV Victim

Women have reported:

“He kicked the dog repeatedly until it was howling in pain.”

“He put his hand into the goldfish bowl in front of my five-year-old daughter and squashed the goldfish, for no apparent reason.”

“I can remember an instance when he picked the cat up and with full force drop-kicked it from the back door. He did it because he saw the cat on the workshop. I thought the cat might die.”

“He would refuse to allow us to feed the dog-saying he was ugly.” (https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov, 2008).

Resources for victims who want to leave with their pets:

·        National Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-SAFE (7233).

·        The Purple Leash Project

o   Our goal: To see 25% of domestic violence shelters become pet-friendly by 2025.

·        Safe Havens for Pets

o   For pets are sheltering services that help individuals who are experiencing domestic violence or homelessness with a companion animal (https://www.safehavensforpets.org, 2023).

·        RedRover Relief

o   Mission is to “bring animals out of crisis and strengthen the bond between people and animals through emergency sheltering, disaster-relief services, financial assistance, and education.

·        URINYC PALS (New York City)

·        Paws for Safety (Rockland County, New York)

·        Praline’s Backyard (Snellville, Georgia)

·        Ahimsa House (Georgia)

·        Shelter our Pets (New Jersey)

·        Network for Pets of Domestic Violence Victims (www.npdvv.org).

·        This is a list of pet-friendly domestic violence shelters (https://saftprogram.org, 2025).

I completely and unapologetically understand the fear that abusers instill in victims about their victims and their pets. I encourage you to seek help by way of organizations that are listed here and the many others that I don’t have the space to acknowledge. Animal abuse is a crime in all 50 states. And  each state has anti-cruelty statutes that include felony-level provisions for acts of violence against animals. 

And they will “love bomb”  and abuse you until you concede. That is part of their “reign of terror.” They are master manipulators and will suck the soul from your mind and body. And then tell people that you enjoyed it. It is imperative for you and those you love, including your pets, to find a way out of that situation. I beg you to please continue searching for help in every way possible. Because they will do it again. And candy and flowers won’t make it better.

Thanks for reading even though difficult it may be. Please seek help for those you love even if that is for yourself. You and your pets are worth the love and compassion that is waiting for you all. Keep reading. Keep hope alive.

Affirmation: I forgive myself for believing all relationships are abusive and violent.

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National Cat Month
	


	

		

“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.”





-Leonardo da Vinci





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!





Affirmation: I am ruler of everything I see.





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Tink And The Rubber Band
	


	

		

“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.





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The Girls And Self-Care
	


	

		

“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 room





Get plenty of rest.





Feel your feelings and stay safe.





Find a safe place





Tinkerbell





Make new friends





Do 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.





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Tink and Coco’s Hide-And-Seek Troubles
	


	

		

“Cats choose us; we don’t own them.”





-PC Cast and Kristin Cast





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!





Affirmation: I am perfect enough.





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From The Mouth Of Piper
	


	

		

“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.”





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Affirmation: The world can be cruel. So, I won’t be.





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