So your young, healthy, chaos-powered cat has suddenly decided to become a professional napper. Yesterday they were bouncing off the walls, and today they’re auditioning for the role of “Overworked Victorian Fainting Lady.”


So your young, healthy, chaos-powered cat has suddenly decided to become a professional napper. Yesterday they were bouncing off the walls, and today they’re auditioning for the role of “Overworked Victorian Fainting Lady.”

Ah yes, the classic cat move: spend three solid weeks drooling on the same chair cushion, kneading it like they’re auditioning for The Great British Bake Off, and then—poof!—that sacred spot is dead to them. Now they’re face-planted in your laundry basket,…Read on

So, you’re sitting there, scrolling through your phone, trying to convince yourself that eating another handful of Frosted Mother’s Circus Animal Cookies isn’t a bad idea, when you notice your cat. They’re on their back, belly exposed (but don’t you dare touch…Read on

Time for a “come to Jesus”: your cat may think they’re a majestic lion destined to stalk the wild savannah… but the reality is closer to “soft little gremlin who screams for snacks and takes up half your pillow.”

So, you’re minding your own business — scrolling, sipping, or trying to get actual work done — when bam, a furry little paw lands squarely on your arm. Congratulations: you’ve just been claimed by a tiny, overconfident house panther. But why do…Read on