You brought home a kitty, thinking that they would be your steadfast, cuddly companion. Instead, you got a feisty little furball who bites your ankles, breaks your mugs, and smells a bit like Fritos. Judging mercilessly from atop the refrigerator, your cat looks down on you in disappointment like Batman over Gotham. However, you still reach your treat-dusted fingertips up to that adorable cat's face in the hope that you can graze just the top of their noggin. 

Stockholm syndrome has taken over your mind, but in reverse. And although we humans are prisoners to our meowlodramatic felines at home, we love them all the same. They may cry and mew when we're 2 minutes late for their usual breakfast, but we'll pay them back with a dried minnow, a kiss on the forehead, and a little extra gravy in their kibbles. Puurhaps our cattos are more than just a dramatic addition to our family, but the cornerstone of cuddliness that reminds us to savor the affection and the good times in life. 

Because you never know when the next mood swing is around the corner, especially with your cats. 

Ah, Tuesday. The day where even the fluffiest of felines feel the weight of the week already. The Tuesday Tireds have officially set in, and cats everywhere are dragging their paws, yawning at anything that moves, and giving the absolute laziest side-eye to humans attempting to engage them in play.

Kittens who were zooming around yesterday are now gracefully collapsing onto the nearest sunny spot, tails flicking in mild irritation at any interruption. The older cats lounge like royalty on their thrones (or couches), occasionally raising a paw to swat at a toy, then promptly falling back into a nap. Every meow seems to carry the sentiment: "It's only Tuesday? Already? Really?"

Even the most energetic furballs conserve energy, strategically hiding in boxes or behind curtains, only emerging when the treat bag rustles or the food bowl jingles. Playtime is minimal, cuddles are selective, and productivity is nonexistent. With their slow blinks, soft purrs, and perfectly timed loaf poses, they remind us that sometimes the best way to face Tuesday… is to nap straight through it.

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A hopeful but frazzled pawrent has just adopted a seven-month-old kitten, and life has become a pawsitively tense adventure. The tiny furball is irresistibly cute but skittish, turning every entrance into a suspenseful game of hide-and-seek. A private cat sanctuary with food, water, litter box, and treats is set up, yet every attempt at interaction feels like tiptoeing through a minefield of claws and silent judgment.

The pawrent is unsure of the right approach. Should food be offered by hand or left on a plate? Is staying in the room too much or too little? Each encounter feels like walking a tightrope over judgmental paws, while the kitten darts away at the slightest sound. Still, the kitty eats, drinks, and uses the litter box perfectly. They're slowly getting used to their new home, proving that this new pawrent is doing something right. 

Having only known docile, affectionate family cats, this shy newcomer is a whole new ball of yarn. Each day is a careful mix of patience, observation, and quiet panic, as the pawrent tries to make their whiskered roommate feel safe… and maybe, eventually, allow a cuddle or two.

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Let's take a moment to talk about the clawminality of cats. Clawminality is a gene that all felines are born with, no matter what kind. However, the thing that differs from cat to cat is their use of it. Some cats actively use it to have fun and this can be seen in the purrpousful knocking over of vases or glasses, the climbing of curtains and the nibbling of feet. But for the cats who do not actively use their clawminalioty it still seeps out in their behavior in innocent ways, such as hiding in completely inaccessible places, sharpening claws on the furniture, and inappropriately timed zoomies.

And our rescued feline from this story certainly belongs to the second kind of cat, as he decided to hide from the strangers in his house in the one spot where no one would ever find him. Little did he realize that his hiding spot was the very thing that the strangers came to collect…
 

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We all love a derpy cat. It's like they were born with a mission to keep us laughing - and we all know that they never fail. One minute, they're majestic little predators, stalking across the living room like jungle royalty. But the next minute? They're stuck halfway in a grocery bag, staring at you like "This is fine". Cats flop dramatically off the couch, misjudge a jump and land squarely in a laundry basket, or sit with their tongues poking out like they've forgotten how to "cat". And let's not forget the endless fascination with the void - whether it's staring intensely at a blank wall or getting hypnotized by the ceiling fan. Every cat pawrent knows that moment when their furball goes from graceful to goofy in 0.2 seconds flat. That's the magic of derpy cats - they keep us on our toes and remind us that perfection is overrated when silly is so much better.

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