My Cat Owns My Heart (and My Bed)

I never thought I’d be the person who rearranges their life for a pet, but here we are. My cat, Sir Whiskers, has single-handedly (single-pawedly?) turned me into a full-time servant. I used to think I was in charge. Now, I sleep on the edge of my own bed while he sprawls out like a tiny, furry emperor. He yells at me for food, ignores me when I call, and somehow, I still melt every time he curls up next to me. I’ve canceled plans just to hang out with him. My friends say I’m obsessed. Maybe I am. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade his little headbutts and purrs for anything. If loving my cat this much is wrong, I don’t want to be right. Anyone else out there living under the rule of a tiny, adorable dictator? #PetLove #CatLife #FurryOverlord #Pets