How My Neighbor’s Cat Adopted Me
So, I never planned on being a cat person. But then this orange fluffball started showing up at my door every morning, meowing like he owned the place. Turns out, he actually belongs to my neighbor, but apparently, boundaries mean nothing to Mango (yes, that’s his name—fitting, right?).
Now, Mango has a daily routine: breakfast at his real home, second breakfast at mine, and then a nap on my laptop while I’m trying to work. I’ve tried explaining to him that I’m not his human, but he just blinks at me like, “You’re delusional.”
Honestly, I think I’ve been adopted. I buy treats, he ignores them. I buy toys, he prefers my shoelaces. But every time he curls up next to me, purring like a tiny engine, I get it. Maybe we don’t choose our pets—sometimes, they choose us. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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