November 5, 2025 #hidetheircarkeys

3AM. I awoke to a soft hand petting Coco on my chest.
I blinked, still half in dreams, and saw Catalina sitting at the edge of the bed, hoodie off for the first time. Her dark hair fell softly around her face, braided at the edges in delicate twists that caught the moonlight, highlighting her rich complexion. And I noticed those ruby-red lips, and her big, sad eyes that always seemed to hold more than they let on.
It didn’t work, she whispered, voice soft as a feather.
I sat up. Didn’t work, sweetheart? What didn’t work?
She let out a tiny sigh, tilting her head. Halloween. I tried scaring my friends, but… they just weren’t scared. They didn’t notice. Nothing fazed them. Candles flickering, tarot cards spread out, pendulums swinging, sage smoke curling everywhere… I was moving left, right, left, right, trying to catch their attention, trying to say hello. But they were so wrapped up in it all, so deep in the vibe and the rituals, that they didn’t see me at all. It was all part of the Halloween package to them — lights, smoke, cards, candles — but they didn’t see me.
I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Cat, think about how much energy you put into that. All of it came from love. That’s what matters. You shared your energy, your fun, your light. One day, they’ll notice. I promise.
She nodded slowly, still watching Coco curl up next to me. I don’t want them to forget me. I just… I want God to help me make them really feel SOMETHING. Love, I guess. That’s all I want. And, high key, I refuse to TURN MY ENERGY INTO A DUMB BUTTERFLY!
I smiled. Welp, honey, sometimes butterflies DO resonate. But I understand. Really, you’ve got all you need, Cat. Love. Love is what you feel in your heart. That’s where God lives. That’s where your energy is now, always. You’re already touching them, even if they don’t recognize it yet.
Just then, the faint click of heels and a shuffle of feet announced Joe and Donna entering. Catalina rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might spin out of her head.
Joe shuffled a little, looking completely lost. Donna smiled.
Sally floated in behind them, arms crossed and eyes twinkling. Well, well, well. If it isn’t chaos in sneakers. I see you’re all awake…
I gave her my best don't push it look.
Sally… Cat needed my undivided attention. So if we could keep the chaos to a manageable level for a few minutes, that would be lovely.
Sally huffed, her lips twitching, Maybelline thick and proud. Fine. But remember, darling, a good spirit keeps life interesting. Hide their car keys, have them open the fridge five times… and on the sixth time, miracle of miracles, the milk is back in its place. Chaos isn't art form, but teaching is divine.
Coco hissed playfully, like he agreed wholeheartedly. And just like that, the room hummed with love, laughter, and enough mischief to last… at least until next week!