Junia had her very own cat and she was pretty confident in her ability to get along with the sick kneazles. So confident, in fact, that she went straight over to the lot of them and picked herself a rather timid looking one to interact with. Her smile was immediate and she bent down, careful not to startle it. "Hello there, I'm Junia." Her voice was soft and kind, her gaze curious. "I'm here to look after you for a little while. Think maybe you'll feel better if we clean up a bit in here?" The brunette looked around thoughtfully. Yes, cleaning would certainly help. It smelled a bit and new sand would make it easier for her and the kneazle to breathe.

Carefully and as quickly as she could manage because ew, kneazle poo, the thirteen year old cleaned the litter box and added some fresh sand. She knew Prince Charlie wouldn't even go near his when it was dirty, so a clean litter box would mean her new kneazle friend could go to the bathroom without worry and no worries would definitely help with the healing process.

...Drapes next? Yeah, must be.