This morning I woke up to Whiskey Kitty’s mouth right next to mine, delivering love and kisses like a tiny, furry alarm clock. Then came the claws. Sharp ones. Straight into my skin. They hurt. Clearly, it’s time for a nail trim before affection turns into a crime scene.
As if that weren’t enough feline drama for one morning, mom’s cat Herbie managed to trip her on her bowl. She’s 87 years old, and getting up wasn’t easy. That shook me a bit. Thankfully, after the chaos, Herbie came over and gave her some love too, like a fuzzy apology note with whiskers.
Once I was up, I tried to do the responsible adult thing and call the public defender’s office. No luck. Closed for Martin Luther King Jr. Day. So the universe hit pause, whether I wanted it to or not.
Still, one decision didn’t get postponed.
Whatever happens, I plan not to smoke.
No excuses. No bargaining. Just resolve.
I got this.
by Dan and Bonkers
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