So, September was supposed to be uneventful—until I heard frantic mewing under my car. Cue me, in pajamas, crawling on the driveway like a raccoon. There she was: a palm-sized calico kitten, all fluff and attitude, looking at me like I owed her rent. I blinked. She blinked. I caved. Now, my apartment is 80% kitten-proofed, 20% shredded, and I’ve learned that sleep is for people without baby cats. She’s got a purr that could power a small city and a zoomie schedule that ignores all human logic. I didn’t plan on becoming a cat parent, but here we are—sharing snacks, existential crises, and the occasional toe attack at 3 a.m. If you’re thinking of rescuing a stray, just know: you’re not saving them. They’re recruiting you. Anyone else get ambushed by a tiny furball and suddenly become a proud pet minion? #CatRescue #CalicoKitten #PetParent #Pets #Cats