I Accidentally Became a Cat Mom

So, I agreed to foster a kitten for two weeks. Just two weeks. That’s what I told myself. Now, my apartment looks like a tiny feline kingdom, and I’m not sure who’s in charge anymore. This little furball went from hiding under the couch to launching surprise attacks on my socks at 3am. I’ve had to Google things like “why does my kitten eat my plants” and “is it normal for cats to scream at walls?” Turns out, yes. I didn’t expect to get attached. But here I am, rearranging my life around nap schedules and tiny purrs. I guess fostering is less about helping a kitten and more about discovering you’re the one being rescued. If you’re thinking about fostering, just know: you might end up with a new roommate who never pays rent but totally steals your heart. #Pets #Cats #FosterKitten