Who Really Owns the Couch? (Hint: Not Me)
Let’s get one thing straight: the living room couch is no longer mine. It’s been claimed by a 6kg ball of fluff with an attitude—my rescue tabby, Luna. I bought that couch. I assembled it. But Luna? She’s the CEO now.
Every evening, I approach, hopeful, snack in hand. She’s already there, stretched out like a queen, tail flicking, eyes daring me to even think about sitting. If I try to nudge her, she sighs dramatically and relocates—exactly three centimeters—just enough to make space for my left thigh.
Honestly, I’ve accepted my fate. The couch is hers. I get the privilege of perching on the edge, like an unpaid intern in my own home. But when she curls up next to me and purrs, I forget who’s boss. (Spoiler: it’s still her.)
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