How I Became the Accidental Cat Magnet

Four years ago, I thought I was a dog person. Fast forward to today: I’ve somehow fostered, adopted, or rescued twelve cats. Twelve. That’s not a typo. It started with one stray kitten who showed up on my doorstep during a thunderstorm. I thought, "Sure, I can handle this." Next thing I know, word got out (among cats, apparently) that my apartment is the local feline Airbnb. Each cat came with its own drama—one shredded my curtains, another decided my laptop was a bed, and a third had a vendetta against houseplants. But every goodbye (to a new forever home) felt like a tiny heartbreak and a tiny victory. I’m still not sure if I’m saving them or if they’re saving me from my own loneliness. If you ever feel like your life is too predictable, try fostering a cat. Or twelve. Just be ready for the chaos—and the love. #CatLife #PetRescue #FosterFail #Pets #Cats