Bee takes over

This last January I was in my own place for the first time. It was pretty lonely. I thought about getting a cat but wasn't sure I wanted the responsibility. We have a resident ferret at work and she needs to eat so I went to the pet store to buy her food. I blame Dr. Lewis for what happened next because if he wouldn't have let me go there on a Saturday this wouldn't have happened. I walked into the store and walked right into adoption day! I put my head down and walked very quickly to the back of the store where they keep the ferret stuff. I got what I needed and headed for the register. I only lifted my head for a second. Long enough to see a white ball of fluff in the top cage. I'm not sure why but I walked over and blew on her. She turned and looked at me with huge blue eyes. The lady behind me said, "would you like to hold her?" I said no but shook my head yes. She pulled the cat out of the cage and put her in my lap. There were a lot of people, dogs, kids, noise and all I could think of was how are we going to get this cat back when she bolts. She didn't. She just sat there purring. The lady said, "the paperwork only takes five minuets." I told her I was still on the clock and needed to get back to work. Then I filled out the paperwork and paid the fee. I told the lady I got off work at four and would be back to pick her up then. The lady said that they leave the pet store at three but I could pick my new cat up at her house when I got off. I agreed to that (like I had a choice) and bought some cat essentials and headed back to work wondering what the hell had just happened. I got off work and went to pick up my new room mate. She was good on the car ride home. I set up her litter box and let her out in the bathroom. She looked around and slowly walked around the house checking things out. I figured it would take her some time to settle in. I was wrong. She wasted no time taking over. Within a few days she had trained me to hand out treats whenever I opened the pantry. And that I was to make room for her wherever I was sitting. And that whatever pillow my head was on was meant to be shared. Bee decided she was my official food taster and tries to wedge herself between my fork and my face. Several months later I thought maybe she was lonely all day by herself while I was at work. So I got Bee a friend. Ende is big, orange and round. She has a big personality too. Bee wasted no time teaching her how things run in my house. Cats first then me. I don't feel too bad about that because I've talked to other cat owners and it seems to just be how things are everywhere. It's coming up on a year with Bee and NOTHING has changed. She is still the boss. I'm still servant and bringer of food. I'm ok with that.