My Cat Thinks My Lunch Is His Right
So, I sat down with my perfectly toasted sandwich, ready for a rare moment of peace. Enter Mr. Whiskers, my feline roommate, who apparently believes every meal is a communal event. He locks eyes with me, then the sandwich, then back at me. The silent negotiation begins.
I try to explain, as if he’ll understand, that onions are bad for cats. He blinks. I blink. He meows—loudly. The guilt trip is real. I cave and offer a tiny piece of cheese. Instantly, he’s satisfied, purring like he just won the lottery.
Why do I even bother pretending I’m in charge? At this point, I’m just the human who delivers cheese. Anyone else living with a tiny, furry dictator?
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