This tiny terrorist owns me now

Found this marble-sized fluffball crying under my car last Tuesday. Thought I'd just take her to a shelter. That was six days ago. Now she's claimed my favorite hoodie as her throne, knocked over three plants (RIP my succulents), and somehow convinced me to buy $200 worth of cat supplies. She screams at 3 AM for attention, then purrs like a motorcycle when I pick her up. My dog thinks he's been replaced. My wallet is crying. My sleep schedule is nonexistent. But when she curls up on my chest and does that little paw-kneading thing? I'm absolutely wrecked. How does a 2-pound furball have more control over my life than my actual boss? Send help. Or more kitten food. Probably the food. Update: She just fell asleep in my coffee mug. I'm making tea now. #Pets #Cats #kittenlife