This morning started the way only a kitten can start it. Whiskey needed breakfast and decided my ear was the emergency alert system. Sucking, nibbling, then full-on chomping while I was trying to drift back into dreamland. Mom said that was her way of telling me she wanted me up and ready to play. Who would’ve guessed that something so small, cute, and fuzzy could come with the responsibility level of a part-time job.
So much for sleeping in.
After the kitten Olympics, Mom and I headed out to drop off my art and books for the upcoming show at the Whittier Art Gallery. That’s when technology decided to test our patience. Neither one of us could figure out how to program the GPS on her phone. We ended up at her CPA’s office twice, almost made an unscheduled appearance at her hair stylist, and at one point I thought we were just going to start visiting everyone she’s ever met.
Eventually, I cracked the code and entered the right destination. Victory felt small but heroic.
When we finally got to the gallery, the place was buzzing. Lots of people, lots of art, lots of that creative energy that feels like electricity without the shock. I wanted Mom to come in with me because, let’s be honest, they seem to adore her. They started setting up all kinds of things for my books and art with her right there, but when the higher-ups stepped in, I sensed a little hesitation in the air. Nothing dramatic, just that subtle shift you feel before anyone says anything.
Still, I liked the tone of the gallery. It felt like it was really about art, not one of those scenes where the focus drifts into a booze party disguised as culture. This place felt clean in spirit. Serious, but not stiff. Passionate, not pretentious.
I also noticed something new about Mom today. She’s shy in groups. I never really saw that before because I’m used to hearing her life story unfold when she’s driving, one memory at a time, mile after mile. In a room full of people, though, she gets quieter. Softer. It made me see her in a whole new way.
Through all of it, I didn’t smoke. I had one or two cravings, sure, but nothing that took the wheel. Just little whispers instead of loud demands.
A kitten attacked my ear. A GPS tried to derail my day. A gallery reminded me why I love art. And I stayed smoke-free through it all.
I got this. 🐾🎨
by Dan and Bonkers
SUPPORT MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS NOW!!!
