My Roommate’s Cat Thinks I’m Its Therapist

I never planned on becoming a cat’s emotional support human, but here we are. My roommate adopted this fluffy menace last year, and somehow, I’m the chosen one for all its existential crises. Midnight zoomies? It sprints across my bed. Existential meows? Right outside my door. I tried ignoring it, but the guilt trip in those green eyes is next-level. Now, I’m the official treat dispenser, laser pointer operator, and, apparently, the only lap worthy of a nap. My roommate? Oblivious. Claims the cat is ‘independent.’ Honestly, I never thought I’d bond with a pet that isn’t even mine. But now, if I don’t get my daily dose of purring judgment, my day feels off. So yeah, I guess I’m a cat person now. Or maybe just this cat’s person. Anyone else been emotionally adopted by a pet that technically isn’t yours? #Pets #Cats #CatLife