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Bought a handmade throw for the couch. Set it down to grab a coffee. Came back to find my cat kneading it like bread dough. It was never mine again.
















Every single decorative pillow I've ever bought has become a dog bed. I don't even pretend anymore — I just buy ones that look good with paw prints on them.
















Left a tote bag on the floor one time. ONE time. My cat was inside it purring before I could hang it up. Now every bag I own has cat hair in it.
















Spent real money on a handmade rug. My dog walked over, flopped down dead center, and hasn't moved since. That was three months ago.
















Bought woven baskets to organize the living room. Every single one now has a cat in it. I store nothing. They store themselves.
















Took off my sweater, set it on the bed for literally ten seconds. Came back to a cat-shaped indent and a layer of fur. Some battles aren't worth fighting.














Ordered a reading chair for myself. Just for me. My quiet corner. The dog was in it before the delivery driver left the driveway.
















The irony of spending money on an actual pet bed that goes untouched while your cat sleeps on your $200 pillow will never stop being painful.
















Working from home means sharing your desk with a cat who believes your keyboard is a heated bed and your Zoom calls need a co-host.
















Set up a nice little patio situation — string lights, a cushion, a plant. Dog took the cushion. Cat took the plant. I got the bare chair.














