As a 20 yo country kid living in an urban area for school, I got into hard drugs (sober for some time now).

On one occasion I met up with some folks in a crack house to make a purchase. I sat by myself in the front of the living room. It was divided from the rest of the room by a pile of furniture with blankets wrapped to make a wall, like a crack head blanket fort.

A kitten came up to be meowing very insistently, and I picked it up. It furiously licked my fingers, which had crack soaked into them (it melts and if you stupidly touch it then, it soaks in). I yelled over the blankets, “hey I didn’t know you had kittens.” The proprietor yelled back, “yeah dont worry about dropping anything here, theyll clean it up fast.” It was a house full of crack addicted kittens.