

What I’m Noticing
Poppet’s appetite is growing, but only for meals she personally endorses. Yesterday’s chicken wing? Divine. Today’s kibble? Absolutely not.
Her gaze has shifted from “don’t ask, just vibe” to “I’m crafting something sacred, and you may observe quietly.”
Still no dramatic belly reveal, but the energy? It’s unmistakable. She’s in prep mode—and I’m just here to fluff the blankets and stay out of the way.




