Confessions of a Reluctant Cat Dad

So, I never planned on becoming a cat person. In fact, I was firmly Team Dog—until a scruffy little furball showed up at my door, meowing like he owned the place. I named him Mr. Whiskers (because apparently, originality is for people who sleep through the night). Now, my days revolve around his royal highness’s feeding schedule, and my nights are spent being used as a trampoline. He ignores every toy I buy and prefers cardboard boxes and my laptop keyboard. But here’s the thing: I wouldn’t trade his purring headbutts or judgmental stares for anything. If you’ve ever been adopted by a pet, you know the drill. You think you’re in charge, but really, you’re just the butler. And honestly? I’m okay with that. Anyone else out there living under the reign of a tiny, furry dictator? #Pets #Cats #CatLife