07/31/2026
Hi friends. Itβs me, Topanga β₯οΈ
You are not going to believe the level of disrespect I experienced in my own home this morning.
Everything started exactly as it should. Mom and I woke up, she served me breakfast, fed the tiny stinky bottle babies, made her coffee, and then we settled onto the couch for our morning routine. I climbed into my spot so I could fill my love tank while Mom and I discussed our plans for the day. It was peaceful. It was perfect. It was exactly how mornings are supposed to be.
Then... it happened.
My human sister came downstairs.
Now naturally, I prepared myself for the usual greeting. You know... "Good morning, Topanga!" A forehead kiss. Maybe a few ear scratches. Perhaps a compliment about how breathtakingly beautiful I looked before 6:00 a.m. The standard morning procedures.
Instead...
She walked.
Right.
Past.
Me.
Friends... not one word.
Not "Hi, Topanga."
Not "Good morning, beautiful."
Not even eye contact.
For a brief moment, I questioned whether I had somehow become invisible overnight.
Well... obviously that couldn't be the case, so I did what any reasonable, emotionally neglected Siamese would do.
I SCREAMED FOR ATTENTION!
Immediately my human sister stopped, turned around, and said, "Hi, Topanga! I'm sorry... I am just tired."
Tired?
Human sister... with all due respect... that sounds like a YOU problem.
I should never have to announce my presence in my own house just to receive the proper morning acknowledgment that I have rightfully earned.
I suppose I'll forgive her this time... but only because I'm incredibly generous.
Please let this be a reminder to all humans: the cat gets greeted first. It's just basic manners.
Love,
Topanga Banana Frank
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