I swear, I was gone for two minutes. Two. Minutes. I come back, and there she is—my cat, curled up in the exact spot I was sitting, looking at me like I’m the intruder. The audacity. I try to reason with her (because that always works, right?), but she just blinks, stretches, and somehow manages to take up even more space. So now I’m standing in my own living room, holding my coffee, negotiating with a 10-pound furball who clearly runs this household. Do I move her? Of course not. I sit on the edge, half-off the chair, while she purrs like she’s doing me a favor. Honestly, I think she’s got it all figured out. Why fight for a spot when you can just steal it and look cute? #PetLife #CatProblems #Relatable #Pets