31/10/2025
WTF. My neighbourβs cat got ours pregnant, and I laughed about it one afternoon β said he owed me child support.
We both cracked up, moved on, end of story.
Or so I thought.
This morning, I open my front door half-asleep, coffee in handβ¦
and there it is.
A full bag of cat food.
Labelled β in bold Sharpie letters β βCHILD SUPPORT.β
No knock. No text. No warning.
Just silent responsibility left on my doorstep like a mafia message.
I stood there for a full minute, trying to decide if I was impressed or mildly terrified.
Somewhere across the fence, I just know he was smirking.
Itβs official now β Iβm raising kittens with a man who treats fatherhood like a petty prank war.
