The Legend of the Skool Cat

There’s a rumor in Skool you might hear in the chat, About wisdom and chaos, yeah, blame it on the cat. Not a teacher, not founder, no badge on its chest, But somehow this furball still runs half the rest.

It strolls through the comments like it owns every thread, Drops a like here and there, then vanishes instead. No webinars scheduled, no calendar slot, Yet it shows up exactly when vibes hit the spot.

It naps on your progress, curls up on your goals, Knocks over your ego like cups in a bowl. You’re typing something deep, like a soul-bearing post It walks on the keyboard and publishes “:3” the most.

It judges your captions with half open eyes, Like it’s seen all your drafts and your late-night tries. You think you’re the admin? That’s cute, that’s adorable. The cat’s been in charge since the very first scroll.

It attends every launch, every milestone cheer, Appears in your wins like, “Yeah, I was here.” You hit your first hundred? It flicks its tail twice. You reach five hundred members? It vanishes, nice.

No courses for sale, no Stripe in its name, Still somehow it wins the engagement game. It doesn’t chase metrics or care about reach, Just naps in the sunlight of lessons we teach.

And maybe that’s why, in the chaos we’re at, We all kinda love that ridiculous cat. No funnels, no frameworks, no viral format. Just vibes, soft paws, and the Skool cat.

By Jason Strickland

The Art of Poetry Community

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