This isn't even my cat but he disagrees

Meet Oliver, my roommate's supposedly antisocial rescue cat who apparently didn't get the memo about who pays for his food. This orange menace has decided I'm his person, and honestly? I'm not mad about it. Every morning he waits by my door, then follows me to the kitchen where he demands chin scratches before I'm even caffeinated. But the real kicker? He's started doing this thing where he'll headbutt my face super gently, then just... stay there. Like he's trying to merge our souls or something. My roommate jokes that I've been chosen by the cat distribution system. Oliver just purrs and kneads my chest like he's claiming territory. The audacity is unreal, but when a 12-pound fluffball decides you're worthy of his face-smooshing affection, you don't question it. Guess I have a cat now. Don't tell my landlord. #Pets #Cats #catdistributionsystem