My Cat Thinks She Owns the Apartment
Let’s be honest: I don’t own my apartment. My calico, Bean, does. She’s the landlord, the roommate, and the neighborhood watch all rolled into one suspiciously fluffy package.
Every morning, she sits on my chest, staring into my soul until I get up and feed her. If I’m late, she knocks my phone off the nightstand. If I’m early, she acts like she’s doing me a favor by eating.
Bean’s hobbies include: dramatic window staring, surprise attacks on my toes, and acting like she’s never been fed in her life. She ignores every toy I buy her, but will fight me for a cardboard box.
I used to think I adopted her. Now I realize she just hired me as her full-time butler. Anyone else living with a tiny, judgmental boss in fur?
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