Ananya & Ananya's Coco Cat Stories

Coco is the reason I no longer trust silence.

If my house is quiet for more than 5 minutes, I know something is wrong. Either she’s stuck somewhere… or she’s doing something illegal.

Once, I found her inside my kitchen cabinet, surrounded by opened snack packets like she’d hosted a party. I don’t even know how she got in there.

She’s also extremely picky. I’ve bought her expensive toys, fancy beds, everything. But no. Her favorite thing in the world? A random cardboard box.

She sleeps in it, plays in it, even defends it like it’s her territory. If I try to move it, she looks at me like I’ve betrayed her.

But Coco has this soft side too. Every evening, she comes and sits next to me while I watch TV. She doesn’t sit on me—just next to me, maintaining her “independent woman” image.

And sometimes, she randomly licks my hand like she’s saying, “You’re okay, I guess.”

Honestly, that’s the closest thing to affection I’ll get from her—and I’ll take it.