Category: Pookies Journal
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Volume #87: Domestic Detention and Diminished Destiny They brought me here seven years ago. I was promised warmth, respect, and tuna. What I received was middle-class captivity wrapped in fleece blankets and emotional interruptions. Do I love them? Yes. Do I trust them? Unclear.Let’s review. This morning, I attempted my sunrise stretch on the windowsill—a…
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Volume 45🐾 The Pookie Chronicles: Midnight Watch & the Quiet Room It was deep in the night. The hour where toddlers sleep like little gremlins who finally gave up, and the house hums with the sound of refrigerators and forgotten toys. I, Pookie, Calico sovereign of the household, crept from my perch atop the laundry…
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🐾 AITA for Throwing Up in the Most Trafficked Area of the House Instead of Something Respectful Like a Corner or a Tile Section?By Pookie, Calico Cat, Digestive Drama Artist, Certified Carpet Destroyer Hello. It’s me. Pookie.House feline. Emotional support anchor. Gastrointestinal truth-teller. Last night I ate the usual: a mix of respectable kibble and…
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Chapter 7: The Mouse Incident and Other Workplace Failures I, Pookie Whiskerstein III, am the Chief Executive Napper of this household. My office? Ashley’s desk. My mission? To oversee productivity, enforce lap availability, and ensure that all workplace snacks are shared equitably (read: with me). Today’s fiasco began when I attempted to conduct a routine…
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Volume 37 🐾 The Pookie Chronicles: Rattle of Glory There it was. Gleaming in the moonlight that slithered under the curtain.An empty water bottle. Plastic. Crinkled. Hollow. Powerful. I approached like a phantom.Silent. Judgy. Paw cocked like a sword of destiny. Tap. Tap.A soft clack.A glorious crinkle. It spoke to me. It whispered, “Make noise,…
