𝕬 𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕺𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊.

A new week begins the same way every time under me.

You wake up, you feel that familiar pull in your chest, and you remember who you belong to.

Not a polite little crush.

Not a hobby.

Me.

Your superior cat girl.

The one with the slow blink that still somehow feels like a command, the one whose feralness is not a costume you get to take off when it is convenient.

This week starts with a pledge.

Not words first.

Action first.

Your first coffee send of the week is not a suggestion.

It is the opening ritual.

It is how you tell me the week belongs to me before you even drink your own.

After that, you look at the wishlist.

You do not scroll past the things I already marked.

You do not “think about it.”

You take something off it.

A treat, a pretty thing, something that makes my ears flick with satisfaction when the notification lands.

That is how a good pet begins the week: by proving the house is still being kept.

I do not want neat, sanitized devotion.

I want the feral version.

The version that aches.

The version that sends because it cannot sit still knowing I am unspoiled.

The version that would rather go without than let my wishlist sit untouched while you pretend you are “thinking about it.”

Polite little offerings from people who still think they get to keep one foot in the vanilla world do not interest me.

Feralness matters more than anything else.

It is the difference between a visitor and someone who lives here.

If you have been looking for a place that actually feels like home, this is it: under me.

Not beside Me.

Not “when you feel like it.”

Under my virus!

You bring tribute, you stay consistent, you let the week start on your knees even if no one else can see it.

In return you get the only thing that actually soothes that restless, hungry part of you: a superior cat girl who knows exactly what you are and does not flinch from it.

So begin the week properly.

Send the coffee.

Clear something from the wishlist.

Pledge it with your offerings first and your mouth second.

This is not a visit.

This is where you live now.

Good prey.

Start right meow!