Meowsings on life from MaiTai and ZuZu

Whiskered Purrspective

Issue #1

Jan 27, 2026

By MaiTai and ZuZu

MaiTai

Hello Humans. MaiTai here.

I’m sitting atop Mom’s shoulders now because her sighs have been heavier lately.

And sometimes she pauses staring off into space like she is rebooting.

That’s usually my cue.

I jump up here to help lighten the load.

To remind her to let some of the weight in her shoulders go.

To soften with the help of my purrs.

Also because I like being tall.

Everything feels less overwhelming when you’re looking down at it.

Plus, dramatic effect.

ZuZu here.

I’ve been watching Mom move a little more slowly lately.

She seems tired.

More quiet.

Like her body is holding more than her words want to admit.

There’s just this heaviness in the air lately — real heaviness.

Big things.

Hard things.

Trauma happening in the world.

It makes people feel small, tender, and overwhelmed.

I think a lot of people are carrying it in their shoulders,

and in their sighs,and in the way they stare off into space

like they’re trying to process something that doesn’t quite have words yet.

MaiTai again.

Mom thinks she’s supposed to power through it all.

I think she’s supposed to let two cats sit on her

until her nervous system remembers what comfort feels like.

Different strategies.

Mine involves purring.

So I win.

ZuZu again.

This is a strange moment in time.

The kind where joy feels both fragile and essential,

and where small, ordinary pleasures

start to matter more than big dramatic ones.

Finding joy right now isn’t denial.

It’s a quiet rebellion.

It’s how hearts stay open in a heavy world,

and how nervous systems get a break

from holding too much at once.

MaiTai

Sometimes we just need to pounce on a mouse.

Literally and figuratively.

Sometimes the mouse is:

🐾 a nap in a warm ray of sunlight

🐾 laughing at something silly (cat videos are excellent for this)

🐾 sipping your morning coffee slowly

🐾 sitting quietly with a cat curled up on your chest

🐾 listening to a favorite song on repeat

🐾 doing absolutely nothing on purpose

🐾 lying on your favorite rug because it feels good

Sometimes the mouse is bigger.

A day off spent in your pajamas.

A trip for an afternoon or a week that holds you in the moment.

A deep belly laugh shared with someone you love.

That one moment when things don’t feel heavy at all.

Both kinds count.

Both kinds are extremely huntable.

ZuZu

Joy shows up quietly.

It hides in ordinary moments —

in softness, in slowness, in silliness, in comfort.

It shows up when you notice one small thing

that feels good in your body —

warmth, light, music, touch, stillness.

Those moments help the heaviness move through you

instead of getting stuck.

They help you process what words can’t yet hold.

They make space for breathing again.

MaiTai

ZuZu says joy is medicine.

I say joy is catnip for the soul.

We both agree that playfulness and quiet moments

are serious survival skills right now.

Also I am still on Mom’s shoulders.

I remain committed to this role.

ZuZu

Softness matters.

Playfulness matters.

Joy matters.

Small rebellions matter.

Tiny moments of light help people stay human in a heavy world.

We’re here.

Probably sitting on something important.

That’s enough for now.

With purrs, perspective, and rebellious sunbeam naps,

Snuggle buddies having cozy afternoon nap. MaiTai (L) & ZuZu (R)

— MaiTai & ZuZu 🐾🐾