The Cat’s Rules 😼 – I run this house, not you. One moment, I’m your sweet angel, the next, I’m swatting you away—my rules, my timing. Your seat? Mine. Your bed? Also mine. And yes, I’m knocking things over for fun. But you’ll always come back for more… because you adore me.
Oh, love. You never learn, do you? You want to smother me with affection? Cute. But I decide when I want love, not you. One moment, I’m purring on your lap like the softest little angel, and the next, I’m swatting your hand away because…well, just because. My rules, my timing. Deal with it.
I see you watching me. Of course, you can’t resist. I’m magnificent. But don’t make it weird—no creepy staring. Admire me from a respectful distance, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll reward you with a slow blink or an effortless stretch that’ll leave you in awe.
Let’s get one thing straight, this is my house. You may pay the bills, but I run this place. That spot on the couch? Mine. Your bed? Also mine. And don’t even think about that chair, you’ve already lost that battle. I claim what I want, and you, dear human, are merely a guest in my domain.
And what’s life without a little chaos? Knocking over your drink, stealing your seat the second you get up, batting things off the table just to hear them crash, it’s all part of the fun. You should be thanking me for keeping things exciting. Without me, your life would be unbearably predictable.
But no matter what I do, whether I ignore you, tease you, or destroy your precious belongings, you always come back for more. You can’t help yourself. You adore me. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, go fetch me some treats. And don’t take all day. 😼