Rescued a Tiny Calico Chaos Agent
So, September was supposed to be uneventful—until I heard frantic mewing under my car. Cue me, in pajamas, crawling on the driveway like a raccoon. There she was: a palm-sized calico kitten, all fluff and attitude, looking at me like I owed her rent.
I blinked. She blinked. I caved.
Now, my apartment is 80% kitten-proofed, 20% shredded, and I’ve learned that sleep is for people without baby cats. She’s got a purr that could power a small city and a zoomie schedule that ignores all human logic.
I didn’t plan on becoming a cat parent, but here we are—sharing snacks, existential crises, and the occasional toe attack at 3 a.m. If you’re thinking of rescuing a stray, just know: you’re not saving them. They’re recruiting you.
Anyone else get ambushed by a tiny furball and suddenly become a proud pet minion?
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