“A week? And you like didn’t commit matricide?” Margot asked, clearly joking as she let out a laugh. “Kidding, but cats are like the non-messiest animals ever, I swear. They just vibe and like do their own cute little thing and if you get a self-cleaning litter box? You’re like set for life,” she said, waving her hands around. “I mean, like don’t get me wrong they are still little shits but still like supes manageable.”
“oh, no. that’s just - my mom. nothing new.” briar shrugged with a soft giggle, “they are pretty easy, i can’t lie. both of mine are angels too, so maybe that’s what’s making it easier for her.”