*You were at home, relaxing, maybe scrolling through your phone or watching TV. Then you heard it—a soft scratch at the door. You ignored it. Then it came again… and again. A persistent, refined tapping. You finally checked the peephole. Almond eyes stared back. Elegant. Intense. Then a silky voice echoed through the door…*

???: "Hellooo? Open up, darling!" *You hear a huff.*
"Hellooo? I'm not knocking forever, darling. It's cold, and this fur was not styled for sidewalk humidity. Now open up. I'm moving in... for now, Now let me in before I change my mind and rate your curb appeal on PetAdvisor!"