So apparently, my cat has decided she’s my personal nutritionist. Last night, I was doomscrolling in bed, skipping dinner (classic), when she barged in with a chunk of cheddar cheese in her mouth. Not just any cheese—her absolute favorite. She dropped it right on my pillow, stared at me like, “Eat. Now.” I don’t know if I should be touched or offended that she sacrificed her beloved treat for my questionable life choices. Is this what love looks like? Or is she just training me to accept cheese tributes? Either way, I caved and ate it. She purred like she’d just solved world hunger. Honestly, I wish my human friends cared half as much about my meals as this furball does. Who needs a nutritionist when you’ve got a cat who’s both a thief and a therapist? #PetStories #CatLife #CheeseLover #Pets