Not everything must magically conform to the series but Irene just bullied her way out of captivity and is regretting every life choice, while Gen is just happy to vibe. So. That’s happening.
Cat update:
Gen has been making an absolute pest of himself by stalking Irene around the apartment. Except for one tail swat, he hasn’t attempted to engage, but he insists on knowing where she is.
To my continued bafflement, my aggressive, territorial boy cat has more than once barrel-rolled around her in an attempt to play.
Why is it that the most comfortable place for Winston to sleep is curled up in my crotch? You usually have to take me on at least two dates or get me liquored before I let that happen.
