Copper's Cat Commune

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Cats do not p*e out of "spite." If they are p*eing outside the box, they are trying to tell you something is wrong. If this graphic does not help your situation, don't hesitate to reach out. We may be able to help.

Meet 3D: short for “Dave the Third.” Yes, we know she is a girl. No, Matt was not accepting feedback at the time. 😂

Back in the early days of the Commune, a very pregnant little black cat wandered into our lives. We were brand new to Houston, had approximately zero resources, and suddenly found ourselves running an unauthorized feline maternity ward. 3D gave birth to the ONLY litter of kittens ever born here at Copper’s Cat Commune. One kitten was adopted into a normal life with normal people. The other four stayed because apparently chaos is hereditary.

Now, at at least 16 years old, 3D still looks about 5. Sleek black coat? Perfect. Bright eyes? Crystal clear. Athletic outdoor queen energy? Absolutely intact. The ONLY evidence of her true age is a single white whisker, like nature accidentally left one tiny spoiler alert on an otherwise flawless character design.

3D prefers life outdoors in the enclosure, where she can patrol her kingdom and judge everyone from a distance. Every now and then she blesses the indoors with a brief royal appearance before deciding the peasants have had enough of her company.

Honestly, she has aged so well that we suspect she may actually be a tiny immortal void sustained entirely by spite, fresh air, and refusing to participate in human nonsense. 🖤

Sunday Funday!
Playing with AI.

🐾 Meet Wakko: Last of the Tiny Void Dynasty 🖤

Fifteen years ago, the Commune experienced a rare event: kittens. ONE whole litter. Five babies total — three tiny black soot sprites, one grey kitten, and one snowshoe. Naturally, the black trio became Yakko, Wakko, and Dot because we are cultured people.

These days, Wakko is the last surviving member of the sibling squad, reigning over the quiet room like a retired goth king. 🖤👑

Every evening, without fail, Matt opens the door for dinner and Wakko absolutely *launches* himself out of the room screaming dramatic complaints to management…

…only to immediately spin around and sprint back inside because apparently the mission was just:

1. Exit dramatically
2. Yell
3. Return to food

No one fully understands the ritual. Least of all Matt.

Wakko is friendly in the way that a mysterious woodland creature is friendly. You *may* approach. You *may* admire him. But mostly he prefers to sit high on the shelves like a tiny black gargoyle silently judging everyone’s life choices from above.

Honestly, after 15 years, he’s earned it. 🖤