Maribel: Chaos Gremlin or Misunderstood Saint?

If you’ve been following along for even five minutes, you already know that Maribel—our adorably unhinged kitten—is a full-time menace disguised in fluff and cuteness.

She has entered her “personal assistant with a flair for petty theft” phase, and it’s… a lot.

Let’s talk about my work setup, shall we? You’d think having a feline assistant would be cute, even comforting. But Mari’s version of “assisting” involves:

  • Swiping pens

  • Stealing pencils

  • Running off with erasers

  • Walking off with my earbud case like she’s got a Zoom meeting

  • Hiding lotion tubes like she’s preparing for winter

Seriously! My assistant should be fired. She is obsessed with anything not nailed down and somehow manages to swipe it right in front of me with zero shame.

And when I dare to call her out?

She hits me with “Why you fibbing, Mom! I’m a saint! Look at this face!”
Yes, she actually looks at me like that.
Big round eyes. Tilted head. A smirk hiding behind her whiskers. It’s the feline version of gaslighting.

Don’t let her fluffy little paws fool you. This girl is a professional chaos machine.

Recent Crimes Include:

  • Treating flat surfaces like clearance bins and everything on them as her personal gravity test subjects no matter how many times she’s told otherwise.

  • Unplugging my charger mid-call (suspiciously silent afterward)

  • Climbing into the washer while it was being loaded

  • Standing on the laptop keyboard with the confidence of a CEO mid-merger

Yet, somehow… we forgive her.
She’s ridiculous. She’s relentless.
And yes, she’s ridiculously cute while doing it.

So here’s to Maribel:
Stealer of pens, swatter of earbuds, and the only assistant I’ve ever had who naps on the job and still gets away with it.




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