Welcome to my blog! Since this is my first post, I figured I should start with a proper introduction to the true stars of my life—my three cats. They each have their own quirks, personalities, and daily missions to keep me entertained (and slightly overwhelmed). So, let’s meet the crew!

Sushi: The Loud and Uncoordinated Announcer

Sushi is the eldest (by a whole two months) and the biggest of the three. He’s a loaf-shaped cat who literally looks like a piece of sushi—white belly, black top. But what really defines him is his commitment to making announcements. He doesn’t ask for much—just permanently open windows and total control of the household intercom. He’s here to narrate life. It’s playtime? He’ll let you know. He just pooped? Announcement incoming. Supra has disappeared into a place he can’t reach? Better believe the whole house is going to hear about it. Graceful? Not at all. Sometimes his grand announcements are followed by an attempt to jump on a table—only to miss. But, true to form, he’ll make sure everyone knows about it.

Slippers: The Clever, Cuddly Enforcer

Slippers is the undisputed brains of the operation—a cunning strategist with one key motivation: food. He’ll do just about anything for a treat, including spinning in circles and standing on his hind legs like a tiny, fluffy circus act. But his intelligence isn’t just for show—he’s also the house enforcer. If Sushi gets too loud or Supra starts causing mayhem, Slippers is there to break it up with the quiet authority of a seasoned detective who’s seen it all. When he’s not running his tight little operation, he’s a certified cuddle connoisseur. If there’s a lap, he’s on it. If there’s a warm spot, it belongs to him now. He’s as soft as a marshmallow but carries the commanding presence of a police chief who also happens to love belly rubs.

Toyota Supra: The Dog Disguised as a Cat

Supra is the baby of the family—though ‘baby’ might be a misleading term for a tiny tornado with fur. She’s almost two now (her birthday is on April 2nd, which feels fitting for a certified agent of chaos), and despite technically being a cat, she operates more like a dog. She follows me from room to room, plays fetch like it’s her full-time job, and has absolutely no interest in the mysterious, independent attitude that cats are supposed to have. Instead, she’s an energetic menace—scaling furniture like a rock climber, zooming through the house at ridiculous speeds, and launching sneak attacks on her unsuspecting brothers. One minute she’s in full chaos mode, and the next, she’s curled up in my lap, purring sweetly like she wasn’t just terrorizing everyone five minutes ago. She’s equal parts gremlin, shadow, and speed demon, and while I sometimes call her Soup, Sopita, Menace, or Bug, she’ll always be my little Supra at the end of the day.

How We Became a Family

Sushi and Slippers came into our lives together, but it wasn’t just any adoption—it was fate. We met them at The Cat Cafe in San Diego, where they had been taken in through Rescue House after being found as a bonded pair on the streets of Tijuana. When we walked in, Sushi was snoozing in a hanging basket, completely unbothered by the world. But the moment we came over, he stirred, stretched, and immediately started nuzzling my partner, giving little love bites like they were long-lost best friends. It was love at first sight. Sushi was a favorite at the café, but there was just one problem: no one wanted to adopt Slippers with him.

We had to see why for ourselves. When we asked about Slippers, the staff hesitated before explaining that some visitors were put off by his extra-long rib bone—a harmless birth defect that didn’t affect his health but apparently made belly rubs a bit unsettling for people. They also warned us that meeting him during lunch was a bad idea since he was extremely food motivated and would likely ignore us completely. But when we stepped into the side room, we spotted him up on a kennel shelf, happily munching away—until he noticed us. Instead of staying focused on his meal, he came right to the edge, sniffed at our outstretched hands, and then rubbed against them like we were already his people. The staff was shocked. We, of course, knew exactly what had happened—we hadn’t just picked them. We had been chosen.

One year later, along came Supra in the most dramatic way possible. A coworker of mine was driving on the freeway when he heard a strange noise coming from his car engine. He pulled off at the first exit, popped the hood, and was immediately ambushed by a furious little gremlin—an 8-week-old kitten with enough fight in her to take on a whole highway. He already had a cat who hated other cats, so I offered to take her in temporarily and rehome her through the vet clinic my aunt works at. But Supra had other plans. While she had hissed, growled, and swatted at everyone else who tried to touch her, the second I picked her up, she melted—purring, kneading biscuits in my arms, and casting some kind of spell that made it impossible to let her go. I caved and adopted her the very next day.

At first, the boys were not on board. We thought introductions would be easy because we had originally been told that they were female (a fun surprise later on). Plus, they had lived with dozens of other cats at the café. But after a year of having their own space, they were suddenly territorial. It took a full month of careful scent-swapping, slow introductions, and lots of patience. But then, something changed. They didn’t just tolerate her—they adored her. They groomed her, played with her, and treated her like their own kitten. And just like that, my little trio became a family.

Together, these three are my little chaos gremlins. My life basically revolves around catering to their every whim, and honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Since this is my first post, I’d love to hear from you—do you have pets? Tell me about them in the comments!