You love her. You're also exhausted. She pays the price.
You get home drained. She's been alone all day with nothing to hunt. So at 11pm she's launching off the curtains. At 4am she's knocking glasses off the counter. The couch corner is shredded. And you feel it — the guilt of knowing she needs more play than you have the energy to give, every single day, forever.
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🌙 3am zoomies and 4am wake-up calls
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🛋️ Shredded couch corners and curtains
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🐾 Ankle ambushes and knocked-over everything
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😔 The guilt of "I didn't play with her enough — again"
It's not that she's a bad cat. And it's not that you're a bad cat parent. It's that she's a predator with nothing to hunt — and every toy you've tried only did half the job.