Alright, real talk for a sec, fellow cat enthusiasts. My 'adorable kitten' has fully transitioned from cute, cuddly furball to what I can only describe as a tiny, fluffy dictator. Demands breakfast at precisely 4:37 AM, stares holes into my soul if I don't give enough head scratches, and has claimed 90% of the bed. Is this just... the reality of cat ownership? Or did I accidentally sign a soul contract somewhere? I love the little monster, but I'm pretty sure I'm just her personal can opener and lap warmer at this point. Anyone else's 'pets' behave more like overlords? Asking for a friend who's been awake since before dawn