Confessions of a Reluctant Cat Sitter

Let’s get one thing straight: I never planned to be a cat person. My roommate brought home two rescue kittens and now my apartment is basically a feline-run dictatorship. I used to think cats were aloof, but apparently, I’m just their unpaid butler. Every morning, I wake up to a furry face staring at me like I owe them rent. They knock over my water, steal my socks, and somehow still manage to look adorable while plotting my demise. But here’s the wild part—I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Their chaos is my daily entertainment, and their purring is the weirdest form of therapy I never knew I needed. So, yeah, maybe I’m a cat person now. Or maybe I’m just really bad at saying no to tiny, demanding roommates. Either way, my life is officially ruled by paws and whiskers. Anyone else been adopted by their pets? #CatLife #PetConfessions #RoommateProblems #Pets #Cats