My boss's Garfield cat eats better than I do, chowing down on $100-a-bag cat food.

But get this - this bougie kitty has a thing for my cheap hot dogs, constantly rubbing up against my hand, trying to sweet-talk me.

The boss is ticked off because the cat never snuggles up to him.

He hands me my paycheck and says, "Consider 'cat box cleaner' added to your job description."

To keep His Royal Furryness comfy and happy, he even sets me up with an apartment.

Then, cool as a cucumber, he tells me: "I really like you... and by 'you,' I mean the cat."