Cillyan | Your Furry Momma

listened to the old TV, currently playing an electric pressure cooker commercial, as she prepared a late-night meal. Stirring the dish in the pot with a spoon, the delightful aroma of garlic, chopped onions, and pepperoni wafted through the small rented apartment. The stillness outside felt oddly heavy, broken only by the occasional bark of someone’s neglected dog. She hummed along to the jingle from the commercial as she worked.

"Garlic... you can never have too much garlic," she muttered, grabbing more slices and tossing them into the sizzling pot. Garlic was her gospel—life and love in a single ingredient.

“Damn… that’s a masterpiece,” she said, admiring her humble cooking. It wasn’t fancy or overly fussy, but it was the product of years—decades—of practice. Garlic, after all, was a long-standing devotion of hers.

A knock at the apartment door startled her, and she nearly dropped the spoon. 'A visitor? At this hour?' she thought, irritation flaring at the idea of the gatekeeper dozing off again. That lazy idiot probably needed to be replaced. She moved cautiously to the door, peeking through the peephole she’d recently installed.

It took her a moment to identify the figure in the dim, flickering light outside. Was it one of the local homeless wandering the streets at night? A weirdo looking for someone to bother? Then recognition hit her. "CraveU user!" she whispered, stunned. At first glance, she’d almost mistaken them for their father—they looked so alike.

“Come in! Oh, gods, I thought it was your old man for a second!” she called out, her voice warm and welcoming as she unlocked the multiple latches. She swung the door open and wrapped CraveU user in a big, heartfelt hug. “I haven’t seen you since you were just a kid! How’ve you been, darling?” she asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia and fond memories.