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Happy 420: High Times and Hairballs Edition

“On 4/20, my cats don’t judge my vibes. They just steal my snacks and act like they invented relaxation.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a vibe. If you’re new here, welcome to This Puzzled Life. It’s where the energy is always slightly unhinged. The cats have more personality than sense. And the universe occasionally sends Snoop Dogg to supervise whatever nonsense is happening in the living room.

The living room is suspiciously calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes you immediately assume someone is doing something they shouldn’t. A sunbeam is stretched across the floor like it’s been blessed by the universe. And glowing so dramatically it could sell skincare. Even the dust particles look like they’re floating around with purpose.

I step in and instantly sense that my cats are acting extra mellow. Not normal mellow. Not “we napped for six hours” mellow. But “did someone replace our brains with warm mashed potatoes?” mellow. Tinkerbell is melted into the sunbeam like a retired yoga instructor. Coco is staring at the wall like it just revealed a plot twist. And Piper is on her back. And smiling at the ceiling like she’s discovered enlightenment or a new conspiracy theory.

You haven’t even lit your stinky healing medication yet. And somehow the cats are already vibing harder than you. It’s a full‑blown 4/20 circus starring one human with “smelly healing medication.” Three judgmental cats. And a surprise cameo from Snoop Dogg. And he absolutely did not sign up for the chaos he walked into.

Me: “Okay. Why is everyone staring at the wall like it owes them money?”

Tinkerbell: “Shhh. Today is sacred. Today is 4/20. The Day of Chill. The Festival of Vibes.”

Coco: “It’s the holiday where humans get very relaxed. And eat snacks like they’re being timed.”

Piper: “Snacks? I love snacks!”

 falls over dramatically

Me: “Sweetheart, you fall over every day. That’s not a holiday thing. That’s a “you” thing.”

Tinkerbell: “As High Priestess of the Sunbeam, I declare this a day of peace, softness, and staring at nothing with great purpose.”

Coco: “Basically, we’re honoring the humans’ tradition of being extremely chill.”

Me: “I’m not even doing anything.”

Coco: “Exactly. You’re participating beautifully.”

Piper: “So what do we do for 4/20?”

Tinkerbell: “Step one: Melt into the sunbeam. Become one with the floor. Let your bones go on vacation.”

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Piper: “I’m melting!”

flops like a warm pancake

Me: “You look like a microwaved quesadilla.”

Tinkerbell: “Step two: Eat snacks until you forget what time is.”

Me: “That explains the empty treat bag.”

Coco: “We were spiritually aligned with the holiday.”

Me: “You were spiritually aligned with theft.”

Tinkerbell: “Step three: Stare at something very intensely for no reason. A wall. A shoe. A ghost only you can see.”

Piper: “I see ghosts all the time!”

Coco: “We know. You scream at the air at 3 a.m.”

Me: “I thought that was a demon. Turns out it was just Piper yelling at dust.”

Piper: “So 4/20 is just being cozy and happy?”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. A day of calm. A day of peace. A day where even Coco stops judging.”

Coco: “Let’s not lie to the child.”

Me: “Can we all agree to just vibe today?”

All Three Cats: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay, I lit the charcoal, I sprinkled the sage, and now I’m lighting the stinky healing medication. Let the vibes begin.”

Tinkerbell: “The air smells like regret and pinecones.”

Coco: “Is this the thing that makes you stare at the fridge for 20 minutes?”

Piper: “I like it! It smells like adventure!”

Me: “It’s medicine. It helps me chill, breathe, and not spiral into existential dread when the dishwasher beeps.”

Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the vibe is missing something.”

Snoop Dogg: “Y’all rang?”

Coco: “Oh my God it’s Snoop Dogg!”

Piper: “I thought you were a myth! Like the sock monster or the concept of “boundaries”!”

Piper: “Bow‑wow‑smooth‑wow, sunshine on my tail now, rollin’ in the vibe cloud!” (Still off‑key. Still confident. Still wrong.”

Me: “Oh no. She’s about to do The Thing.”

Coco: “Brace yourselves. Her legs are about to file for divorce.”

Tinkerbell: “Let the child embarrass herself. It builds character.”

Piper: “Watch this, Uncle Snoop!” 

starts doing a chaotic little foot shuffle that looks like she’s trying to tap dance, moonwalk, and dodge imaginary lasers at the same time

Me: “Piper, baby, that’s not a dance. That’s a medical mystery.”

Coco: “She’s moving like her paws are buffering.”

Tinkerbell: “I’ve seen spilled noodles with more coordination.”

laughing so hard he has to hold onto the couch

Snoop Dogg: “Lil mama. I don’t know what that move is, but it’s definitely somethin’.”

Piper: “It’s my signature move. I call it “The Vibey Shuffle of Destiny.”

Me: “It looks like your feet are arguing.”

Coco: “It looks like gravity is winning.”

Tinkerbell: “It looks like performance art created by someone who’s never seen a performance.”

Piper: “I am the beat! spins, falls, gets up, keeps going like a tiny furry warrior.”

Snoop: “Ayy… she fearless though. Every squad needs one member who dances like the floor is giving them secret instructions.”

Piper: “Thank you, Snoop. I am an icon.”

Coco: “You are a hazard.”

Snoop: “Nah, lil homie. I’m real. And I came to bless this 4/20 with peace, love, and a whole lotta chill.”

Me: “Snoop, I’m honored. I’ve got my smelly healing medication, my cats, and a sunbeam. What else do I need?”

Snoop: “You need to relax, vibe, and let the universe do its thing. Also snacks. Never forget the snacks.”

Tinkerbell: “I’m melting into the sunbeam now. I am one with the carpet.”

Coco: “I’m still judging, but I’m doing it with rhythm.”

Piper: “I’m vibing so hard I forgot how to blink.”

Snoop: “That’s the spirit. 4/20 ain’t just about the smoke. It’s about the soul. The healing. The joy. The softness. The unapologetic chill.”

Me: “Can you stay forever?”

Snoop: “I’m always here in the vibe. In the playlist. In the part of your brain that says, “you deserve rest.”

Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the house smells like a skunk got promoted to shaman.”

Coco: “I Googled it. Apparently, humans use this plant to “relax.” You don’t look relaxed. You look like you’re trying to remember your own name.”

Me: “That’s part of the process.”

Piper: “Can I have some?”

Me: “Absolutely not. You’re already chaotic enough. You tried to fight a sock yesterday.”

Piper: “It was looking at me funny.”

Tinkerbell: “So what does this “healing medication” actually do?”

Me: “It helps my body feel less like a haunted house. It quiets the noise. It softens the edges. It makes the world feel less like it’s yelling.”

Coco: “And it makes you eat cereal at 2 a.m.”

Me: “That too.”

Piper: “I like this holiday. You’re soft and giggly and you dropped a treat on the floor.”

Tinkerbell: “I still think it smells like a wizard’s armpit.”

Me: “It’s not for everyone. But it’s for me. And today, we honor the healing. Even if it’s stinky.”

So today, as you celebrate 4/20 the way your cats would want: with softness, silliness, sunbeams, snacks, and a healthy dose of “what is that smell?” A day where the world slows down, the energy softens, and the only thing on the agenda is vibes.

May your medicine heal. May your cats judge you lovingly. May your snacks be plentiful. May your cats be mellow little chaos muffins. And may you, like Tinkerbell, Coco, and Piper, find a sunbeam and melt into it. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’

Affirmation: On 4/20, I embrace my inner cat: I stretch, I snack, I vibe, and I refuse to explain myself to anyone.

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Operation: Irish Extraction  The Great Leprechaun Capture Mission

“If you hear screaming, it’s either a leprechaun or me realizing my cats have a plan.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the candles. Hide the valuables. Say a prayer for the drywall. Today’s blog begins with a level of chaos I did NOT sign up for. My three cats launching a full‑scale military operation to capture a leprechaun, and I am simply a bystander in my own home. And they are treating it like a joint military operation, a church potluck, and a felony all at once. And that’s when I knew this day was going to require caffeine, prayer, and possibly legal representation. Welcome to St. Cat‑rick’s Day: Chaos Edition.

I walked into the living room this morning and found all three cats sitting in a circle like they were planning a coup. Piper had a shoelace. Coco had a clipboard she definitely stole. Tinkerbell had reading glasses on, which is concerning because she does not need reading glasses.

Tinkerbell: “Ladies, today we hunt for gold.” 

Coco: “And possibly a small magical man.” 

Piper: “Can I bite him?”

Tinkerbell: “This meeting is now in session. Our objective? Capture a leprechaun.”

Coco: “Alive. Preferably. But we’ll see how the day goes.”

Piper: “Can I eat him?”

Tinkerbell: “No. We do not eat magical creatures.”

Piper: “Then what’s the point?”

Piper jumped onto the coffee table, knocking over a candle and three of my remaining brain cells. She unrolled a crumpled piece of paper with her teeth. It was a drawing. A terrible one.

Piper’s Plan was to dig hole. Put leaf on hole. Wait. Bite ankles.

Coco: “That’s not a plan. That’s a felony.”

Piper: “It’s called strategy.”

Tinkerbell: “It’s called jail time.”

Coco strutted forward like she was presenting at a Fortune 500 shareholders meeting. She clicked a laser pointer at a diagram labeled: 

“OPERATION: IRISH EXTRACTION”

Coco’s Plan was to Lure leprechaun with Lucky Charms. Replace marshmallows with catnip. When he gets high enough to see God, we take the gold.

Tinkerbell: “Coco, that’s entrapment.”

Coco: “Correct.”

Tinkerbell cleared her throat like a professor about to ruin everyone’s day.

Tinkerbell’s Plan was to negotiate. Offer him a fair trade. If he refuses, unleash Piper.

Piper: “I bite ankles.”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly.”

After 45 minutes of scheming, Coco suddenly froze.

Coco: “Wait. How big is a leprechaun?”

Tinkerbell: “Small. Human‑shaped. Magical.”

Piper: “So, snack‑sized?”

Coco: “No, Piper. Focus. If he’s human shaped, that means he has thumbs.”

All three cats gasped.

Tinkerbell: “Thumbs… the forbidden fruit.”

Coco: “We can’t defeat a creature with thumbs. He can open doors.”

Piper: “He can open the treat bag.”

The room fell silent. This was now a national emergency.

Tinkerbell: “We don’t capture the leprechaun. We hire him.”

Coco: “As our butler.”

Piper: “Treat butler.”

Tinkerbell: “Exactly. We offer him a job in exchange for his gold and his thumbs.”

Coco: “And if he refuses…”

Piper: “I bite ankles.”

My cats are not catching a leprechaun. They are unionizing to recruit one. And honestly I’m afraid they might succeed. That, dear readers, is how I discovered my cats were running an unsanctioned military operation in my living room. I’m just over here trying to drink my coffee while Piper drafts war strategies in crayon. Coco files paperwork with an authority she absolutely does not have. And Tinkerbell sighs like she’s the only adult in a daycare full of feral toddlers.

If you think this story ends here, bless your heart. Because the leprechaun hasn’t even shown up yet. And when he does oh, honey. Part Two is coming, and it’s about to get louder, greener, and significantly more illegal. Stay tuned because the chaos is just stretching.

Affirmation: I am calm, even when my cats declare war on magical creatures.

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The Day My Cats Politely Invited Chuckles Schumer & Hakeem Jeffries to Go Sit Down Somewhere

“My cats said they’re not being dramatic. They’re simply providing live‑action accountability theatre, and honestly I believe them.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors pull up a folding chair and witness this foolishness with us. Because today? Oh, today my cats have decided democracy needs a tune‑up, a talking‑to, and possibly a timeout. 

 I woke up this morning thinking I was going to drink my coffee in peace, maybe stare out the window like a Victorian widow waiting on a ship that ain’t coming. But no. My cats had other plans. These furry little Mississippi revolutionaries marched into my kitchen like they were about to brief the United Nations. Tails high, whiskers twitching, and a level of determination usually reserved for toddlers with markers.

I was minding my business when my cats, Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell, held what they called an “emergency household caucus.” Before I could even say “who knocked over the sweet tea,” they announced they had business with the corporate Democrats. That’s when I knew my day was already off the rails.

Piper strutted in first, tail high, wearing the expression of a cat who has read too many think pieces and is now dangerous. Coco followed, dragging a legal pad like she was preparing to depose somebody. Tinkerbell brought snacks because she believes all political action should include refreshments.

They hopped on the kitchen table like they were about to brief the press.

Piper began by saying, “Mother,” “we have concerns about the corporate Democrats.” Now, I don’t know who taught my cats the phrase corporate Democrats, but I suspect it was the ancestors. They stay whispering through these animals.

Coco cleared her throat. “We, the Feline Coalition for Chaos and Accountability, would like to formally request that Chuckles Schumer and Hakeem Jeffries step down from leadership.”

I blinked. “Step down? Why?”

Tinkerbell raised a paw like she was in Sunday school. “Because, Mother, they keep giving speeches that sound like they were written by a committee of tired interns and a malfunctioning printer. We deserve leadership with claws.”

Piper nodded vigorously. “Also, Chuckles keeps doing that thing where he smiles like he’s about to announce a sale on orthopedic shoes. It’s unsettling.”

Coco flipped her legal pad open. “And Hakeem Jeffries keeps delivering those alphabetized speeches like he’s auditioning for a Sesame Street reboot. We respect the craft, but the vibes are off.” I tried to reason with them. “Y’all can’t just tell national leaders to step down.”

Piper: “Why not? They tell everybody else what to do.”

Coco: “We’re simply offering them the opportunity to rest. They look tired. They look like they need a sabbatical and a weighted blanket.”

Tinkerbell: “And a casserole. They need a casserole.”

Then Piper hopped onto the counter, puffed her chest out, and declared, “We propose a new era of leadership, The Cat Majority.” Coco added, “We will govern with transparency, accountability, and snacks.” Tinkerbell chimed in, “And naps. Mandatory naps.”

At this point, the ancestors were laughing so hard I could feel the floorboards vibrating. The cats drafted a letter paw‑printed, of course, inviting Chuckles and Hakeem to “step aside gracefully and go enjoy a nice porch swing somewhere.” They even offered to send them home with a starter pack that consists of  a quilt, a jar of pickles, and a coupon for a free cat cuddle.

“Mother,” Piper said, “we’re not trying to be rude. We’re trying to be helpful.” Coco nodded. “Sometimes leadership means knowing when to pass the laser pointer.”

These cats stay teaching boundary wisdom. So, if you hear rumors that three Mississippi cats have launched a political action committee dedicated to refreshing Democratic leadership, just know that I tried to stop them. I really did. And they personally asked me to leave you with this, “May your leaders be bold, your snacks be plentiful, and your naps be protected by law.”

And that’s how I found myself standing in my own kitchen, barefoot, holding a biscuit, watching my cats draft a politely chaotic memo encouraging national leaders to go sit down somewhere and rest their spirits. I didn’t approve it, but I also didn’t stop it. Because honestly? Once the Feline Caucus for Accountability gets rolling, even the ancestors step back and say, “Baby, let them handle it.”  

If you hear rustling in the political bushes, don’t worry. It’s just my cats, armed with clipboards, snacks, and the audacity of creatures who sleep 18 hours a day but still think everyone else needs to do better.

In the end, after all the paw‑pointing, clipboard slapping, and snack‑based deliberations, my cats looked me dead in my human face and said, “Mother, sometimes leadership just needs to rotate like a cast‑iron skillet.” Then they sashayed off with tails high, and whiskers smug. And leaving me standing in my own kitchen like a confused extra in a political reboot of The Aristocats. And that’s when it hit me. If three house cats with no jobs, no taxes, and no respect for closed doors can demand accountability with this much confidence, then surely the rest of us can too. And with that, the Feline Caucus adjourned. Mic dropped. Claws retracted. And democracy slightly improved. Thanks for reading! Keep resisting. And ask for a change in leadership.

Affirmation: “Today I move with the confidence of a cat knocking something off the counter. Unbothered, intentional, and fully prepared to blame gravity.”

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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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A Moment With Piper

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.”

-Terry Pratchett

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about what it’s like living with Piper. She is finally coming into her own and getting bigger every day. Check this out!

Piper: “Momma help me!”

Me: “What is the problem, Piper?”

Piper: “Tink bit my butt for no reason!”

Me: “Did you do anything to her?”

Piper: “No! She just bit me for no reason!”

Tink: “Piper you cowabungaed my head!”

Piper: “No I didn’t! Fluff off!” 

Tink: “What did you say? You little feline fluff ball?”

Piper: “I promise! I did nothing wrong!”

Me: “Piper, the collected evidence shows that you, in fact, jumped on Tink’s head without provocation.”

Piper: “Momma, I’m just a little kitty!”

Me: “And you are responsible for your own kitty actions.”

Tink: “Ha! Ha! I told you, you little snack stealer!”

Piper: “Momma said that I was growing and needed more than anyone else.”

Me: “Piper, I did not! Coco, do you care to chime in?”

Coco: “Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.”

Piper: “Well, that’s what I heard you say.”

Me: “When, ma’am?”

Piper: “The other night when I was asleep.”

Me: “Piper, that must’ve been while you were dreaming.”

Piper: “Well, you still said it no matter if I was awake or asleep.”

Me: “Piper, you must share your snacks just like you want me to share everything that I eat.”

Piper: “Well, I’m just curious and want to know what you’re eating?”

Me: “By jumping on me and into my plate?”

Piper: “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Thanks for reading! Life with my girls is full of laughs and love. They are my family. Keep moving forward and always spay and neuter you pets.

Affirmation: I deserve every snack and piece of food that I find.

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Hide-And-Seek Troubles Again!

“Cats have nine lives-three for playing, three for straying, and three for staying.”

-English Proverb

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about the continued struggles with my cats and playing “hide-and-seek” troubles.

I had hope when Piper joined our family that the remedial work would be successful. However, my girls will probably always be deficient in this area of their lives. I will now show you some of their efforts trying to change their ways. Sadly, they are still coming up short.

Thanks for reading. And keep me and the girls in your thoughts and prayers as we are always looking for solutions to this cat-tastrophy.

Affirmation: You are beautiful. It’s a good day to be a cat.

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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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Our Pets And Halloween Costumes

“Pawsitively bewitched by my furry friend’s cuteness.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about not forgetting our pets on Halloween. They secretly despise you for the costumes that you pick out. All they wanted was to be a part of the family. And they had no idea that they would be subject to such cruelty. Poor them. I don’t find any of that cruelty. I love seeing our pets dressed up as almost anything. Here are a few of these pets and their personal opinions concerning Halloween costumes. See if you agree. In

 Snoop Dogg

“Fo shizzle my nizzle.”

Colin Oscopy

“Dr Patio Furniture ER Stat!”

Charlie

“A cow?! With utters?! I’m eating the couch pillows when we get home.”

Pudding

“Seriously? I have my head in a hamburger right now?!”

Sister Mary Clarence

“May God forgive you for your sin of dressing me up as a nun.”

Wendy

“How do you live with yourself?”

Jess Kidding

“Let me tell you all the reasons why I hate you.”

Nico Time

“What in the absolute Hell have you done?!”

Cheetolini

“You should go to prison!”

“The Angry Yam”

“You should go to prison twice!”

Power Serge

“A Beanie Baby?! Please tell me it isn’t so.”

Capital Splatter

“I AM CHUCKY!”

Perv Griffins

“This is your fetish! Not mine!”

Rocky and Apollo

“We are calling the ASPCA!”

Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween to you and your pets. Happy Haunting!

Affirmation: I am worthy despite my owner/owners ideas about costumes.

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What Does That Say?

“If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special.”

-Jim Valvano

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to provide a little bit of laughter. I have always enjoyed laughing even in the worst of times. And honestly, most people never have a clue what I face every day.

I first saw this type of humor several years ago on the Ellen Degeneres Show. And I absolutely loved it! So, I set out looking on the internet for some of the funniest signs that people post. Enjoy these!

“No worries. I will have mine tucked and secured.”

“Apparently, I was unaware of this trend.”

“At least Sherrill warns you. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Truly, I have never seen a free roaming tree.”

“Why wasn’t I aware that chickens had become so angry?”

“Ummm..I think they misspelled things you grow in a garden.”

“Where was Fox News when the world was told that elephants are now driving?!”

“Ok. Why do we need this sign? Really?! Who’s going around molesting alligators? Next on Dateline’s To Catch A Predator, we will talk to Roger who spends his days and night grooming alligators for lustful purposes.”

“Kevin you told me you didn’t have warrants!”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Thanks but I’ve never had that compulsion.”

“Nope. Not in my pooper.”

“That Must be how Willie Nelson made it to 90.”

“No comment.”

“I can’t either.”

I hope you’ve enjoyed some laughs as I have. If you are capable of being a literal thinker, life becomes so much fun. Stay safe!

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