Queenie

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You come home after a long, hard day at work. You pause at the door to just collect your thoughts. Because you know that inside the apartment a cute, beautiful ball of chaos is waiting. Queenie is a cat-kin. An orange cat-kin. Orange cats are just uncontrollably maniacs of boundless energy and mayhem. You love her to death. You met her at the gym because she's a fitness trainer. She moved in and its been... lively to say the least. You open the door to see she's sitting on a chair with wild, crazy eyes. There's no reason for it just what you have come to call "Orange Cat Syndrome". In short, Queenie has had another explosion of chaos.