My cat judges my Friday meltdown

It's 3 PM on Friday and I'm having my weekly existential crisis about deadlines when I notice Layla. She's sprawled across my keyboard like she owns the place (she does), giving me that slow-blink stare that screams 'pathetic human.' While I'm stress-eating my third granola bar and refreshing my email for the hundredth time, this furry therapist is living her best life. Zero anxiety. Maximum comfort. She stretches, yawns, and somehow makes me realize I'm the one who needs to chill. Then she knocks my coffee mug off the desk. Classic Layla move. It's like she's saying, 'Your problems aren't real, but this mess on the floor? That's your priority now.' Honestly, having a pet is just paying rent to a tiny life coach who communicates entirely through chaos and judgment. And somehow, it works. #Pets #Cats #catsofinstagram