“My cats said CBD won’t get me high. But it will keep me from acting like a Walmart parking lot Greek tragedy. And honestly, that feels like growth.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors lean in the doorway with their arms crossed. The moment that smoke hit the ceiling fan, my household convened an emergency session of the Feline Administration to discuss CBD Awareness Month. And the cats had notes.
Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell marched in like three county commissioners who did not read the briefing packet. But absolutely intend to argue about it. Piper arrived first. She’s was dragging a legal pad she stole from my desk. She hopped onto the coffee table. Cleared her throat and announced, “CBD Awareness Month is important because humans are stressed, chaotic, and prone to hollering at inanimate objects. We must intervene.”
Coco strutted in next. And late on purpose. She believes time is a social construct. And also because she was busy knocking something off a shelf. She plopped down. Tail flicking and said, “CBD is fine. But why do y’all keep buying the expensive treats and then acting surprised when I eat the whole bag?”
Tinkerbell arrived last with the energy of a Southern auntie who already decided the meeting was foolish. But came for the snacks. She sat like a sphinx and declared, “CBD is the plant spirit that keeps y’all from crying in the Walmart parking lot. We support it.”
The Cats’ Official CBD Purposes
According to the Feline Administration, CBD has three sacred functions.
- Stress & anxiety relief-“Because y’all vibrate like a microwave on popcorn mode.”
- Chaos reduction-“In theory, though, I’ve seen no evidence.”
- Increased compliance with feline demands- Tinkerbell insists this is scientifically proven by staring at me until I give her treats.
Then they expanded the list like they were reading off a menu.
- Calms the humans-“Because y’all vibrate like a cheap motel air conditioner.”
- Inflammation & pain-“Your knees sound like a haunted rocking chair.”
- Sleep support-“You need it. We need you to need it.”
- Mood regulation-“You get dramatic,” all three say in unison.
- General human foolishness-“Self-explanatory.”
They also want it noted that CBD helps humans stop doom scrolling. Stop overthinking texts. Stop reorganizing the pantry at 3 a.m. and stop crying at dog food commercials. It gives you the ability to forgive yourself for eating an entire sleeve of cookies. And the mystical moment when you realize you are the drama. But also the solution.
Piper hopped onto the table with a binder labeled CBD: A Non‑Psychoactive Situation. Coco dragged in a whiteboard she absolutely cannot read. Tinkerbell arrived late again, ready to deliver a TED Talk titled Calm Down, Human: The Plant Is Legal Now.
Piper began: “CBD is federally legal as long as it comes from hemp and contains less than 0.3% THC. Which means, human, you can stop whispering like you’re buying contraband behind the Piggly Wiggly.”
Coco: “It does not alter your mind. It alters your attitude. And frankly, we support that.”
Tinkerbell: “It’s non‑psychoactive. Which means you’re not getting high. You’re getting functional. You’re getting emotionally moisturized. You’re getting less likely to cry over a dropped chicken nugget.”
The Guidelines (Because Apparently I Needed Rules)
Piper, now self‑appointed Director of Human Regulation, laid out the official policies.
- Do not give CBD to cats without a vet’s approval. “We are perfect as‑is.”
- Humans should use CBD responsibly. “Meaning don’t take it and then try to assemble furniture.”
- CBD is not a personality trait. Tinkerbell says this while staring directly at me.
- If CBD helps you chill, hydrate, and mind your business, the cats approve. Especially the “mind your business” part.
Then they sat me down like I was on trial.
Piper said, “We’ve observed the pacing. The muttering. The dramatic sighing. And the emotional support snacks. Clearly, CBD awareness is overdue.”
Coco added, “And while we support your journey, we would also like to know why you get the calming treats and we get vibes.”
Tinkerbell stared at me unblinking, like she was reading my aura and finding overdue library books in it. She then hopped onto the altar (my coffee table). Placed one paw on my forehead, and proclaimed:
“May your joints be loose. Your sleep be deep. Your snacks be plentiful. And your spirit be unbothered. May CBD soften your edges but not your boundaries. And may you never, ever forget to refill the treat jar.”
The sage crackled. The ancestors nodded. And the cats declared CBD Awareness Month officially adjourned. Piper knocked over a plant. Coco demanded lunch. Tinkerbell stole my pen. The plant is innocent. The human is the problem. Thanks for reading! Keep medicating.
Affirmation: “I am calm, collected, and legally compliant. I soften my edges, not my boundaries, and I do it with the confidence of a cat who just knocked something over on purpose.”
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