How a Stray Cat Hijacked My Routine
I used to think I was a dog person. Then, out of nowhere, this tiny black-and-white whirlwind showed up on my doorstep, meowing like she owned the place. I named her Sushi, because she’s got that perfect tuxedo pattern and a serious attitude.
At first, I tried to resist. I told myself, “No more pets. You have enough chaos.” But Sushi had other plans. She started following me everywhere, weaving between my legs, demanding attention, and somehow making my apartment feel less empty.
Now, my days revolve around her. She’s claimed my favorite chair, judges my snack choices, and wakes me up at 5 a.m. for breakfast. I complain, but honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Turns out, sometimes you don’t choose your pets—they choose you. And life’s a lot brighter (and furrier) because of it.
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