Adventures with Floki

Adventures with Floki An Incredible Cat named Floki, her Sister, Zara, and Brothers, Willard and Hemingway. Follow Floki on TikTok!

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The ice comes quietly,Each night it growsby fractions you wouldn’t noticeunless you loved this place enoughto look every...
12/30/2025

The ice comes quietly,
Each night it grows
by fractions you wouldn’t notice
unless you loved this place enough
to look every day.

A soft rim along the edges,
a breath held longer than yesterday,
a silence learning weight.
It is beautiful in the way patience is.

Beneath it, the river still moves

What began as fragile
becomes undeniable.
Layer upon layer of quiet fortress
Strength without noise.
Power without urgency.

You don’t hear it growing
but you feel it when it’s there
the way stillness can command respect,
the way something delicate can become unbreakable simply by staying.

Our First Christmas in our very own home hits a little different. Good Ol' Saint Nick even paused for me to snap a memor...
12/24/2025

Our First Christmas in our very own home hits a little different. Good Ol' Saint Nick even paused for me to snap a memory.

We have dreamt of this moment for years and now that the kids are waking up it's about to happen and we are so, so excited!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas Eve! ❤️

Some days you feel frozenby everything that needs to be donethe noise, the pressure,the weight of expectationsthat were ...
12/23/2025

Some days you feel frozen
by everything that needs to be done
the noise, the pressure,
the weight of expectations
that were never yours to carry.

So you choose one thing.
Just one. And when it’s finished, you celebrate it because progress doesn’t have to be loud to be real.

Empowerment lives there. In small victories. In showing up when it would be easier to shut down.

You learn to let opinions lose their volume. You let them talk, but you stop listening. You refuse to let someone else’s bitterness rewrite your worth.

Empowerment is protecting your peace without explaining yourself.

It’s choosing happiness even when it takes effort, even when you have to fight for it every single day.

You learn how to live by trusting yourself.
By doing what’s right even when it costs comfort or approval. By choosing joy over proving anything to anyone.

And slowly, you build a life that feels like yours.

That is strength.
That is courage.
That is empowerment.

There is beauty in unlikely places.In tired mornings.In weathered hands.In the quiet choice to stay curiouswhen it would...
12/22/2025

There is beauty in unlikely places.
In tired mornings.
In weathered hands.
In the quiet choice to stay curious
when it would be easier to harden.

I have stood in enough shadow
to know the light doesn’t need to shout.
Sometimes it hums.
Sometimes it warms the edges first.
Sometimes it just waits
until you are ready to see it.

I will not lose my sense of wonder.
Not to noise.
Not to cruelty.
Not to the weight of days
that try to convince me not to keep going.

Because every path,
even the ones worn thin,
hold hope and kindness.

A steady glow
leading the way forward.
And if I follow anything,
it will be that light, the one I hold close,
the one that says
you’re allowed to keep believing.

A throwback to one of our most favorite reels! 1.8 MILLION views! Let's see if we can make this go viral again!
12/21/2025

A throwback to one of our most favorite reels!

1.8 MILLION views!

Let's see if we can make this go viral again!

Wouldn’t change a thing about this situation. Because these bodies were chosen to be part of our little family. They are...
12/20/2025

Wouldn’t change a thing about this situation. Because these bodies were chosen to be part of our little family. They are welcome in our bed and on our couches.

Their weight is comfort. These minor inconveniences are reminders all curled up and trusting me with their whole heart.

So i’ll sleep crooked, wrapped in love in all it's forms while the quiet joy reminds me how lucky I am compared to most. That I have a warm bed and it's full with all of my reasons to keep going.

Happiness looks like snowy puppy kisses as they zoom around in the snow wild and free as they are meant to be. It’s the ...
12/19/2025

Happiness looks like snowy puppy kisses as they zoom around in the snow wild and free as they are meant to be.

It’s the sun showing up early, like it couldn’t wait, spilling gold everywhere, igniting the world in its light.

It’s muddy boots by the door, wind-tangled hair, lungs full of pine and promise, my body finally agreeing with my heart.

Elation is movement like skipping stones,
taking the long way home, sliding down from a summit, a warm coffee, just the way you like it.

It’s that grin that sneaks up on me
mid-hike, mid-song, mid-breath,
the one that says, Oh. This is it.
This is the good part.

Find your happiness and always keep going. ❤️

This is the season when calendars resetand people take inventory of themselves like something is broken. Circling flaws ...
12/17/2025

This is the season when calendars reset
and people take inventory of themselves like something is broken. Circling flaws in red ink, calling it motivation.

They say be better, as if becoming more requires believing you are less. As if your body and your mind haven’t been carrying you through every hard year already.

It’s an unfair thing we do, a quiet comparison to what others post, finish, achieve. Their miles are not your miles. Their experiences are theirs to keep. Their goals and dreams are not the same as the ones that live inside your heart.

You only get one life, one nervous system learning the world, one mind that wakes up every day and keeps going anyway.

That is not a failure.
That is a miracle in progress.

Resolution doesn’t have to mean fixing.
It can mean protecting. Choosing kindness over cruelty when you look at yourself. Letting your path be enough because it is yours.

Let them rush.
Let them measure.
You are allowed to live slowly,
to heal quietly, to stop turning survival
into something you apologize for.

Last night, we celebrated Two years of Willard 🩵Somewhere along the way, this dog started stitching me back together. Sl...
12/17/2025

Last night, we celebrated Two years of Willard 🩵

Somewhere along the way, this dog started stitching me back together. Slowly, with warm weight at my feet, a nose in my hand, a reason to get up and move my body through the day.

After Leia, my chocolate lab, passed at 15, I was sure that kind of love was once in a lifetime. I didn’t think my heart would open like that again. But Willard and those piercing blue eyes that stare right into your soul, proved me wrong. He became part of my rhythm. Walks that turned into medicine. Quiet companionship that softened my nervous system. A presence that helped my body remember what calm feels like.

He’s healed me in ways that I never thought an animal could. Another reminder that love can be gentle and still powerful, and that healing can always look different. Sometimes even, it looks like two years of shared breath and steady steps forward to always keep going.

Happy 2nd birthday, Willard. Thank you for proving my heart and body still knew how to heal, and that loving another dog this deeply was always possible. Even x2!🐾🩵

Thank you to Uncle Paul Lorman and Four Your Paws Only for the Birthday bone!

I wake before the world decideswhat kind of day it will be.Before the headlines,before the sirens and the sharp wordstha...
12/16/2025

I wake before the world decides
what kind of day it will be.
Before the headlines,
before the sirens and the sharp words
that travel faster than kindness.

The morning holds its breath with me.
Mist drapes the trees like forgiveness.
The ground is cold, honest,
asking nothing but that I stand on it.

But the birds still practice hope
one note at a time.
The river keeps moving
without waiting for permission.
The light comes anyway,
soft at first, as if it understands how fragile we are.

So I choose to be that kind of light.
Not blinding.
Not perfect.
Just present.

I will warm what I can.
I will notice small things like frost melting, a paw print in mud, the way trees lean toward one another in storms.

I will be gentle in a world
that mistakes cruelty for strength.
I will carry quiet when noise is easier.
I will help when I can and rest when I must.

If the darkness comes, and it will,
it will find me standing here, rooted, breathing,
still believing in mornings.

Still choosing to shine, the way the forest does, without asking if its enough.

Morning breaks the way the forest does without permission, without apology.The day doesn’t ask if you’re ready.It just o...
12/15/2025

Morning breaks the way the forest does without permission, without apology.

The day doesn’t ask if you’re ready.
It just opens, mist lifting off the ground,
light threading itself through bare branches, saying walk on.

Head high, even when the wind cuts sharp. Even when the path is uneven and yesterday clings to your boots.

There is good everywhere if you know how to look.

The frost-bitten leaves still holding on,
in rivers that keep moving around stone,
in the quiet persistence of green beneath the snow.

Be gentle out there.

Every creature you pass is surviving something.
Every heart is weathering storms no one else can see.

Be the helper.

Be the one who leaves the trail kinder than they found it. Offer warmth like a fire that doesn’t ask questions.

Guard your light the way the woods do
not loud, not fragile, but steady.

Let it glow like dawn through trees, unbothered by darkness, certain it belongs.

A new day has found you.
Keep going.
The wild knows your name.

Have a great Monday! ❤️❤️❤️

Somewhere in the middle of the heavy days, He showed up. Not to fix anything. Just to be there. An idea. A need to help ...
12/14/2025

Somewhere in the middle of the heavy days, He showed up. Not to fix anything. Just to be there. An idea. A need to help silence the ache.

A warm body curled close, steady breathing reminding me the care he needed and that the world hadn’t stopped just because I did.

He gave me reasons.
Necessities he required. Especially to clean muddy paws that had made me step outside when staying inside felt safer. Caring for him didn’t feel like work.
It felt like being needed in the most honest way. It began to relight that fire.

He didn’t mind the silence. Didn’t flinch at the heavy moments. He stayed close on the days I felt smaller than my own life, curling himself around the parts of me that hurt.

Hope came back quietly. Proven now through two warm bodies on cold mornings that curl around my feet. In love with the way they look at me like I matter. Especially on those days when I do not believe it...yet.

They never judge me on the bad days.
Never have turned away.
They just stay.

And because they stay.
so did I.

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