10/06/2025
This post will be very controversial, but here goes.
I… don’t like cats. Like, at all. They just don’t do it for me. The whole litter box thing, the butt on the dining table, the insouciance. My husband feels the same way.
About a year ago, this cat showed up on our farm, and we were like, eh, ok, she’s pretty cute. She can live outside.
Cut to now, where this creature lives on my face. She’s the cuddliest, sweetest animal I’ve ever encountered. My husband carries her around like a baby, and talks to her in a funny voice.
WHO ARE WE?? What sorcery is this?? I must know how this has happened.
Edited to add: Her name is Pork Chop 🙂