My cat judges my life choices but still purrs

It's 6 AM Monday and I'm already questioning everything. My coffee's cold, my boss sent three "urgent" emails over the weekend, and I'm pretty sure I wore this shirt yesterday. But then my cat appears, gives me the most judgmental stare known to mankind, and proceeds to purr while headbutting my leg. She doesn't care that I ate cereal for dinner or that I've been doom-scrolling for two hours. She just shows up, claims my laptop keyboard as her throne, and radiates this "you're a disaster but you're MY disaster" energy. Turns out the best life coaches have four paws and zero qualifications. They don't give motivational speeches—they just exist in your space, steal your warmth, and somehow make everything feel manageable again. My therapist charges $150 an hour. My cat works for treats and belly rubs. #Pets #Cats #pettherapy