My Maine Coon Turned Into a Man
My cat was supposed to stay a cat.
But one day, my majestic Maine Coon turned into a man.
Not just any man—an absurdly handsome, fiercely protective, dangerously possessive man who still behaves like he owns my bed, my apartment… and me.
At first, I thought it was impossible. Then I thought it was temporary. I was wrong on both counts.
The more time I spend with him, the more I realize that under his human face still lurk feline instincts: jealousy, obsession, territorial hunger, and a devotion so intense it borders on madness.
Living with him was already complicated. Falling for him could ruin me.
But resisting him may be even harder.