My Roommate’s Cat Thinks She Owns Me

So I moved in with a friend, and she has this cat. Not just any cat—a pint-sized dictator in a fur coat. She’s maybe the size of a loaf of bread, but somehow she’s convinced I’m her personal servant. Every morning, she sits on my chest and yells until I get up. If I’m late with breakfast, she stares at me like I’ve personally ruined her day. Tried to ignore her once—she knocked my phone off the table. Twice. But here’s the thing: when I’m sad, she curls up next to me and purrs like a tiny engine. It’s like she knows. I used to think I was a dog person. Now I’m just a person who’s been adopted by a smol, bossy cat. Honestly? Wouldn’t trade it for anything. #CatLife #PetStories #RoommateChronicles #Pets #Cats