When Your Cat Decides It’s Nap O’Clock
So there I am, typing away, deep in the zone, when my cat launches himself onto my keyboard like he’s auditioning for a nap competition. He gives me that look—half guilt, half entitlement—then flops over, tail across the spacebar, as if to say, “Sorry, human, but it’s nap o’clock and you’re in my spot.”
I try to move him. He responds by melting into a puddle of fur and purrs, impossible to pick up without feeling like the world’s worst villain. My productivity? Gone. My heart? Melted. I guess this is just my life now: held hostage by a tiny dictator who thinks every flat surface is his personal bed.
Honestly, I can’t even be mad. If reincarnation is real, I’m coming back as a cat. Zero responsibilities, infinite naps, and someone else pays the rent. Living the dream, honestly.
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