So, I thought I was a one-cat person. My apartment, my rules, my single furball. But then fate (and a friend moving overseas) dropped a second cat into my lap. Cue the chaos. My OG cat is currently giving me the silent treatment, glaring from the highest shelf like I’ve betrayed her. The new guy? He’s acting like he owns the place, rolling on every surface and meowing at my snacks. I’m not sure if I’m running a pet hotel or a reality show. There’s twice the fur, double the food bills, and I’m now refereeing midnight zoomies. But honestly? Watching them awkwardly sniff each other and slowly, grudgingly share a sunbeam is weirdly heartwarming. Turns out, my heart (and my couch) had room for one more. Anyone else get adopted by their own pets? #Pets #Cats #CatLife