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My Smoker’s Journal – Night Shift with Whiskey

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While Whiskey Kitty sleeps through most of the day like a tiny, tuxedoed philosopher conserving her energy, nighttime is a different story. That’s when she clocks in for her evening shift. For about an hour before bed, she expects full entertainment services from her human.

Once we head upstairs, the games begin.

She wedges herself between the mattress and the wall for a dramatic game of peekaboo, then launches surprise attacks from across the room like a four-pound jungle predator. She interrupts my computer work by walking directly across the keyboard, because apparently every program benefits from random cat input. She chases her tail in tight little circles, then suddenly remembers she’s a hunter again. And if the toilet seat is left up? That becomes an exploration project I did not approve.

Life with a kitten is part comedy, part cardio, and part home security system.

Even though Whiskey keeps herself very clean, I’ve noticed she’s been getting a little… aromatic lately. Nothing serious, just a faint hint of “mysterious small animal.” I clean her litter box every day and use scented litter, so I’ve been researching other ways to keep her fresh that don’t involve the one thing cats universally consider a personal betrayal: water.

There are grooming wipes, dry shampoos, brushing routines, and other gentle options that keep a cat clean without turning bath time into a full-scale hostage situation. It might just be the warmer weather, or maybe she’s getting into places I don’t know about during her daytime adventures. Either way, it’s another small challenge in the ongoing project of being a responsible cat dad.

And on the smoking front, something interesting is happening.

I’m busy.

Instead of thinking about cigarettes, I’m thinking about litter boxes, cat wipes, keyboard rescues, and nighttime play sessions. The cravings don’t stand much of a chance when life is full of small responsibilities and a furry supervisor who expects me to stay present.

Recovery doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like researching cat hygiene at midnight and realizing you haven’t thought about smoking all evening.

Once again, I got this.

by Dan and Bonkers

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