Goddess of the Feral Cats

I do not leave the apartment for couple of days
I clean it exhaustively
and than I mess it up
I eat scraps
I drink strange cocktails
I enlarge the dust heap
I talk to myself
First I am Juliette
than I am Romeo
The phone and the internet are disconnected for a long time
cause of unpaid bills
The TV is my best friend
I watch channels forbidden for persons under 18
The door bell rings
I don’t even try to check who’s on the front door
It rains all the time
It rumbles threatening
There is nobody on the streets
It is some kind of a holiday
Not for me