The Day I Accidentally Became a Cat Whisperer
Ever had one of those days where you wake up and suddenly discover you've got a superpower? Yeah, me neither. Until last Tuesday.
It started with a stray cat meowing outside my window at 3 AM. Annoyed and half-asleep, I muttered, "Dude, can you keep it down? Some of us have work tomorrow."
To my shock, the cat stopped. Then it meowed back in a way that sounded suspiciously like "Sorry, bro."
I thought I was dreaming, but nope. Somehow, I could understand cats. And they could understand me.
The next day was a blur of feline conversations. I learned about the neighborhood's best sunbathing spots, the local mice situation, and way too much about hairball issues.
By evening, I had a small army of cats following me home. My apartment now resembles a furry frat house.
So, uh... anyone want to adopt a cat? I suddenly have way too many new friends, and they all expect me to share my tuna.