Adopted a Cat, Got a Tiny Dictator

So, I thought adopting a cat would mean cozy cuddles and purring on my lap. Enter Persephone: a five-pound ball of fluff with the attitude of a Roman emperor. She’s not my pet—I’m her staff. She’ll stare at me like I’ve committed war crimes if her dinner is two minutes late. But then, when I’m having a rough day, she’ll curl up next to me and purr so loudly it drowns out my anxiety. She’s a menace to my houseplants, a terror to my shoelaces, and the undisputed queen of my apartment. I used to think I rescued her, but honestly, I think she rescued me. Anyone else living under the rule of a tiny, furry dictator? #Pets #Cats #CatLife