So, apparently, I don’t own my apartment anymore—my cat does. Her name’s Luna, she’s got the face of an angel and the energy of a caffeinated squirrel. I used to have a routine, but now my day revolves around her snack schedule, her nap schedule, and her sudden, dramatic zoomies at 3am. She’s mastered the art of looking absolutely innocent while plotting her next act of chaos. She’ll knock over a glass, then stare at me like, “You saw nothing.” But honestly? I wouldn’t trade her for anything. There’s something weirdly comforting about knowing someone’s always waiting for you at home—even if that someone is a tiny, fluffy dictator with murder mittens. Anyone else living under the rule of a small, adorable tyrant? Show me your furry overlords! #PetLife #CatOwners #FurryFriends #Pets