November 05, 2020.

The first few times the movement behind the curtains turned out to just be a cat, their upset 'mows' startling you as they leapt out and scurried away, it was a relief. But there are now dozens of cats in the room, milling around beneath your feet, purring and rubbing their faces on you, their bodies hanging off of every surface... and still, the curtain still crawls with movement, writhing, alive... how many more could there *be*?