The furry buddies in our house act like they own the space. Even after lots of scolding and yelling, they would not listen to you, and behave like adorable brats. You can’t do much about how they are and what they do because you simply love them more than anything. From time to time they will make you realize that they are the actual boss of teh house, so mind it.

“Hey internet company, please forget all those angry calls to tech support. I finally figured out what was wrong with my router.”

“I couldn’t figure out why the fabric felt wet but he’s got the thread running through his teeth as I sew — that’s my cat, cleaning his teeth while I’m busy with work.”

“My friend’s cat likes sitting on her head — literally.”

When you want to stroke his “cuteness majesty” but he is not in the mood:

“That backless plastic stool will do for you, Hooman!”

“Stood on the dryer, tore the wreath down, made a bed, and now just purring away.”

“Every morning he blocks the door and only budges when you throw him a couple of treats.”

“Just why?”

“Oh, were you gonna cook something in that?”

“Catzilla! Messi photobombed my friend’s bridal pics!”

“My cat can’t stand hugs.”

“Meanwhile, back at the house…”

“Every time I try to play the Sims…”

“My cat loves to shred toilet paper. Today, she found my entire stash.”

“My cat Tauntaun turns into a jerk when I try to sleep.”

“My cat has the entire house to sit in, but settled for a plate of glitter cones.”

“Don’t blame me! It was already like this when I got here. ”

So that’s what this shelf in the fridge is for:

Even snow won’t stop you when you’re hungry.

“I’m pretty sure my cats are planning to kill me.”

“She has an $80 cat bed, and yet she’s been sleeping in this bag for 2 days now and won’t get out.”

When you try to completely make a person bend to your will: