My Cat Thinks He's a Therapist

Every time I have a bad day, my cat, Mochi, seems to know. He’ll saunter over, flop dramatically onto my lap, and wrap his paws around my arm like he’s the world’s tiniest, fluffiest therapist. No words, just a heavy purr and the kind of eye contact that says, “I get it, life’s hard. But have you tried napping for 16 hours?” I used to think pets were just cute distractions, but honestly, Mochi’s hugs are better than any self-help book. He doesn’t care about my deadlines or existential dread—he just wants to make sure I’m okay (and maybe steal a snack). It’s weirdly comforting to know that, no matter how chaotic the world gets, there’s always a little creature ready to smother me with unconditional love and a face full of fur. If you’ve got a pet, you know: sometimes the best therapy has four legs and zero personal boundaries. #PetTherapy #CatHugs #FurryFriends #Pets