I was never a cat person—until I was.

Now, I have a lint roller in my car, find cat hair in my food, and wake up in the middle of the night to two curious eyes.

Tsuki has completely changed my life.

I’ve heard people say that you’re not a cat person, until you really get to know one. I wish I had known one earlier.

As I write this, Tsuki is cuddled in my lap. She wasn’t there when I first started typing, but after the first paragraph, she noticed I wasn’t moving anytime soon. And now she’s made that official.

Tsuki is my roommate’s cat. It took a while for us to become inseparable, but now I don’t know what I’d do without her.

Tsuki is incredibly silly. She’s loud, often wobbly, and gets her nails caught on everything. She is an exceptional cuddler, a great listener, and has been a constant source of love in my life since I got to know her.

I know Tsuki can’t read this, but if she could, I’d like her to know that I tell people we’re sisters. I speak very highly of her. I plan to continue getting up in the middle of the night when she cries to check on her and make sure she’s okay. I love her and am very thankful she is in my life.

I think everyone should get to know a cat.

I’m really glad I did.