Everything you own is not yours. Let me repeat that. When you have a cat, you own nothing. That fuzzy blanket you bought to curl up with? The cat owns it. The specialty pillow you bought for your bad back, the cat owns that too. The new pair of jeans you’re dying to wear to impress that certain guy, the cat also owns it. I’ll take a second for that to sink in.

It took me almost 5 years for me to finally admit that Emma owns everything I bring home. The hair ties. The printer. The computer case. Duffel bags. Back packs…everything.