Came home after a long day, dreaming of collapsing onto my bed. Instead, I find my cat, perched majestically on my backpack like she’s guarding the crown jewels. She makes direct eye contact, as if daring me to even think about moving her. I try reasoning with her. (Yes, I talk to my cat. Don’t judge.) She responds by kneading the bag, then curling up tighter, purring louder. The message is clear: this is her territory now. So, I sit on the floor, watching my feline overlord nap on my stuff. Why do they always pick the one thing you actually need? Honestly, I could buy her the fanciest cat bed, and she’d still choose my bag every time. At this point, I’m convinced she’s just trying to remind me who’s really in charge around here. Spoiler: it’s not me. #catlife #petowners #relatable #Pets