when iris had first gotten here it was hard for her to settle, eventually she had landed on the alley cats, and saw a problem that needed to be fixed. so, then, she set up a schedule. it seemed like so long ago now since her first TNR, and she's feeling pretty good about this next batch of cats. she has a tote bag full of their favourite food as well as some medical supplies for a couple of the elder cats that were worrying her. by the time she sets up shop the cats are already eating in their corners, she fixes up the beds that she had laid and sets little cat treats in the corners while getting the flea treatment on an unlucky cat. there's a very small black cat that rubs against her knee, she picks it up gently and holds it in her arms and smiles. "hello mr. cosmo," she ruffles the cat behind the ears, "i think you'd make someone very happy someday you know," she says, turning her head and smiling at the person walking back. iris had never been very good at socialising with humans -- animals had always been her safe place. "don't mind me," iris says awkwardly, rolling her eyes at herself, shaking her head. the cat meows and she gives one last gentle squeeze before putting him down. "i do often speak to cats as if they're tiny humans, yes," she eventually clarifies. in her opinion, they're much better company.