My Cat Chose Me as His Couch (Again)
Why do I even bother buying fancy pet beds? Tonight, my cat decided my lap was the only acceptable place to lounge. He climbed up, made a few dramatic circles, and plopped down like he owned the place (which, let’s be honest, he probably does).
I tried to move him so I could grab my phone, but he gave me that look—half-judgment, half-threat. So here I am, typing with one hand, because apparently, my comfort is secondary to his royal highness’s nap schedule.
Honestly, I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. There’s something weirdly comforting about being chosen as the official human pillow, even if it means losing all circulation in my legs.
Anyone else living that hostage life for their pets? Or is it just me and my furry overlord?
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