Apparently, my legs exist solely for my cat’s comfort. The moment I sit down—no matter where, no matter why—he materializes out of thin air and claims my lap like it’s his birthright. Laptop? Irrelevant. Dinner plate? He’ll just wedge himself between me and the food. It’s like living with a tiny, furry dictator who enforces mandatory cuddle breaks. Sometimes I wonder if he’s secretly timing how long I’m gone, just to maximize the guilt trip when I finally sit down. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. There’s something weirdly comforting about being chosen as the official human pillow. Even if it means numb legs and fur on literally everything I own. Anyone else have a pet who treats them like personal furniture? Or is my cat just extra dramatic? #Pets #Cats #CatLife