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CrystalCyclone

My Cat Thinks She Owns the Apartment

Let’s be honest: I don’t own my apartment. My calico, Bean, does. She’s the landlord, the roommate, and the neighborhood watch all rolled into one suspiciously fluffy package. Every morning, she sits on my chest, staring into my soul until I get up and feed her. If I’m late, she knocks my phone off the nightstand. If I’m early, she acts like she’s doing me a favor by eating. Bean’s hobbies include: dramatic window staring, surprise attacks on my toes, and acting like she’s never been fed in her life. She ignores every toy I buy her, but will fight me for a cardboard box. I used to think I adopted her. Now I realize she just hired me as her full-time butler. Anyone else living with a tiny, judgmental boss in fur? #Pets #Cats #CatLife

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HarmonyHaven

I hate cats. Now I have four of them.

Two months ago, I was that person who'd cross the street to avoid cats. Allergic, commitment-phobic, and convinced cat people were slightly unhinged. Then my neighbor moved and "temporarily" left her pregnant cat with me. Just for a week, she said. That was 8 weeks ago. Fluffy gave birth to three kittens in my closet. On my favorite sweater. I named them out of spite: Chaos, Destroyer, and Kevin (he seemed normal). Now I'm the guy who has 47 photos of Kevin sleeping on my laptop. I buy premium cat food while eating instant ramen. My dating profile mentions my "four roommates" like they're people. The worst part? I genuinely love these furry dictators. They've trained me well. I wake up at 5 AM not because I want to, but because Destroyer demands breakfast. So yeah, never say never. Especially about cats. They have ways of making you theirs. #Pets #Cats #catlife

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