I thought I was irreplaceable then AI replicated ME

I had my friends — two of the city’s top vets who cootchy-coo at my Yorkie — to dinner.Understand, Jellybean is the king.

He’s 6 years old, has custom-made Ralph Lauren cashmere sweaters, gets more attention than Tom Cruise and, trust me, definitely pees more than Tom.Brett Shorenstein, VMD, co-owner of Abingdon Square Veterinary Clinic in the West Village, gave me a lesson on AI.Sitting in my home he told his cellphone he wanted a fake article in the style of Cindy Adams.

He suggested that AI write about Dr. Doug Palma at the Animal Medical Center making a diagnosis, or my Yorkie Jellybean, or the Blessing of the Animals.Write about whatever-the-hell Cindy might and in her style.Here — exactly — is what ChatGPT reported back in two seconds:Cindy’s Yorkshire Terrier Jellybean has decided he will only drink filtered water served in a porcelain cup.

Tap? Please.He’s not running for office.Speaking of higher powers . . .

Her annual Blessing of the Animals was a fur-flying fashion parade.Poodles in pearls.

Doodles in Dior knockoffs.One bulldog in what appeared to be a custom monogrammed rain cape — because salvation, apparently, is weather dependent.The clergy did their sprinkling.

The owners did their preening.Jellybean did what he always does: stared at the heavens like he personally arranged the whole thing.Over at the tony Animal Medical Center — the one, where the pedigrees have pedigrees — whispers were fluttering faster than Upper East Side eyelashes.Why? Because a certain senior-suited exec — let’s call him “Dr.

Bigshot in the Corner Office” — reportedly turned a routine situation into a “whoopsie” that had staff clutching their clipboards.No names.No lawsuits.

Just this: When medicine meets ego, sometimes the thermometer isn’t the only thing that rises.Meanwhile, uptown, there’s my own four-legged star Jellybean — 6 pounds of fluff with the attitude of a Broadway producer.Separately, AI told us: “...