It’s 1:27 am on a Sunday night. And I’m hanging out downtown getting drunk.
Meanwhile. At this exact moment. All my feral cats are clustering around my campsite waiting for me to feed them.
And I have a lot of delicious food for them.
But they’re just gonna have to wait. I wanna finish my beer first before I head up to my campsite
So those feral cats don’t control me.
At least not completely.