So, plot twist: I’m not the main character in my own apartment anymore. That honor now goes to five squeaky furballs who appeared under my bed two days ago. Their mom, Luna (who I thought was just getting chonky), decided my sock drawer wasn’t cozy enough and went full DIY nursery mode. I’ve been promoted from cat owner to kitten concierge overnight. My role? Provide snacks, clean up after tiny chaos gremlins, and try not to cry every time they squeak. I swear, I’ve never felt so unprepared and so weirdly proud at the same time. Anyone else suddenly responsible for a surprise pet family? Tips, sympathy, or just stories about your own accidental fur-babies welcome. I’ll be over here, googling “how to kitten-proof everything I own.” #CatLife #KittenSurprise #PetParenthood #Pets #Cats