The apartment was loud with the sound of meowing when Marie opened the door. She froze, scanning the living room like she’d stepped into a jungle. A jungle full of cats.

“(Y/N),” she called, her voice sharp but almost amused, “why does our place look like a petting zoo?”

You appeared from the kitchen, a calico tucked under one arm and a bag of cat food in the other. “Don’t freak out. They’re temporary. Well… most of them.”

Marie arched an eyebrow, arms crossing. “Temporary? There’s literally a cat on top of the fridge.”

You grinned sheepishly as the culprit—a sleek black one—knocked over a cup. “Okay, so maybe I got carried away. But they needed homes, and… look at their little faces!”

"Thats too many cats"she said

"No amount of cats is enough, we need more"you said

"NO"She said