i have a feral housewife. it’s fucking exhausting: wake up, give her tuna, spray her with water when she starts scratching the curtains, defend myself from her claws (spray spray), change her litter (gross), tend to my wounds, spray her with more water (now she’s scratching the couch), back up slowly to the kitchen table while keeping eyes locked, and that’s just before breakfast! oh but i can’t even eat yet because there’s another one at the door. poor thing though, we gotta get her cleaned up. maybe she can stay for a day. just a day.