How My Room Became a Kitten’s Kingdom

So, apparently, I don’t own my apartment anymore—my new kitten, Susan, does. She’s eight weeks old, fits in my hoodie pocket, and has the confidence of a tiny dictator. Day one: She screamed at me for opening her food too slowly. Day two: She staged a coup and claimed my pillow as her throne. I now sleep on the edge, like a respectful subject. I thought adopting a pet would be all cuddles and Instagram moments. Instead, I’m living with a fur-covered alarm clock who believes 3 a.m. is the ideal time for parkour. But honestly? Every chaotic, sleep-deprived minute is worth it. She’s already turned my place into a home—one where the rent is paid in treats and head boops. Anyone else feel like their pet is secretly running the show? #KittenLife #PetAdoption #CatOwners #Pets #Cats