10/06/2026
Hi, friends. It’s me, Topanga. ❤️
I was giving Mom a bath this morning when I noticed something very upsetting.
She doesn’t have whiskers.
I stopped licking and looked a little closer. Nothing. Just a nose sitting there by itself with absolutely no support.
Mother. How long has this been going on?
Then I checked her paws. Friends, she doesn’t have toe beans either. I turned her hand over and inspected it very carefully. Just five long things she uses to open Churus and bother me while I’m sleeping.
You mean to tell me those are your actual paws? Those are the finished product?
Where are the little pink cushions? Where is the attention to detail?
By this point, I needed to check the tail situation.
There isn’t one.
I looked behind her. I walked around her. I checked again because sometimes mine gets tucked underneath me.
Nothing.
No beans. No whiskers. No tail. Somehow, still in charge.
Suddenly, a lot of things started making sense.
She bumps into things. She can’t jump onto the counter. And when she’s irritated, she has to actually tell people because there’s nothing back there to swish.
Imagine having to explain your attitude out loud. I simply move my tail and everyone knows to reconsider.
I sat down and wrapped my tail around my beautiful little beans while I thought about all of this. Mom reached over and kissed my head.
Oh, Mother. You don’t even know what you’re missing.
I put my paw on her hand so she could experience a bean for a moment.
She immediately kissed that too.
Of course she did. Poor thing has never had her own.
This explains why she’s always touching mine. I thought she was being annoying. Turns out she’s shopping.
Don’t worry, friends. I’m going to keep her. She’s warm, she loves me, and those strange little fingers do a wonderful job holding a spoon.
But I will be supervising her more closely.
She’s out here balancing without a tail and telling ME to be careful.
Love,
Topanga Banana Frank 🍌
Inspector of Missing Mom Parts